You see her wander,
You see her stray,
You see her hide behind an old passing truck
at the sight of a prey.
With eyes as cold as the passing breeze,
She searched for a mind:
Untangled and apiece.
Only to find herself alone,
among the flocks and herds
that just groan and groan.
She sat the whole day,
smelling the stale black fish
hoping for a bite of fresh
blind to the vast blue pond beside.
She miowed and miowed
in anger and distress,
fear and pain.
scartching her fur, scratching her skin
every night and every dawn.
Winter and summer, autumn and spring
passed by with no pity to cling
drinking her up;
her life and soul.
Now you see her body
frozen and cold
buried in a pile of fresh yellow
And no eyes stood still
No eyes poured
mourning her death,
mourning this sad soul.
The aimful heads just brisked along,
moving along those laid out steps
And sang in chorus, loud and clear,
This is the story of a wandering cat,
aimless wander my dear folks!
only..aimless wander.
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