(The Disposable Animals) by Kristen Sharer Where did you come from, little cat? How did you end up in a life like that? Cold and alone Nowhere to turn Hungry and sick Tired and worn. Did you once have a home, little cat? Where you curled up in a chair, lazy and fat? Happy and snug life was a charm Content and well-fed. Safe from all harm. Did something go wrong, little cat? That you ended up in this state that you're at? Scared and so sore No one to trust Lonely and dying In a world so unjust. Do you still have dreams, little cat? Can you still remember soft, gentle pats? Comfy and soft Nothing to fear. Sleepy and safe, Never a care. Who will be there for you, little cat? Who will hug you and hold you close, little cat? Lonely and dying Cold and alone. No one to trust You once had a home. Where did you come from, little cat?
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