A cat

The First Period Work List

Sometimes I am just a cat

a stray cat who is licking her wounds underneath of a rumbling giant overpass

living has become a loneliness journey

like a nickel

lying sedately in the ditch of a pavement

I am hating the imprisonment when dark’s coming

and hating deceitful faces when light takes over the world

for those living beings I groaning

who are they?

and where are they from?

why are they murky confused?

The fouling dirtiness of this city really chokes my every breath (I got asthma )

and with utterly unhappy sentiments

I would ‘meow’ again to all