By Anshul Singh
Ridden over, hind legs broken
Diseased and defeated
A little cat I found
Reminded me of me
Didn't take well to care
Looked down and gone
But when morning came
In her bed was no longer found
Little kitty cat it seems that you
Even at this slight age
Didn't want to bother your helper
You had chosen your days
For you hid yourself in a tunnel
In the dark of night, unseen
Away from the horrors you saw in brief
With a finality, to rest. In peace.
By Anshul Singh
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