It is after-dark
The sun has descended and the sky has turned purple and black
Now is when the shadow moves
Under the light of the stars and a dimly lit moon
A memory from the door next-down
That haunts the alleys unseen
Her crystal eyes are gleaming
At the sanctuary she calls her own
She has no name
And those that see her soon forget
She’s just like all the other’s
The one’s that have no past
Through the mist and over fences
A glimpse you might just see
If you look over toward the distance
On a sundown winters eve
Her fur aglow with silvery light
Her eyes shinning a brilliant deep green
She’s a spirit of night and of nature
As she dances through the streets
She left her old life long ago
Days of walls and a captive heart
Now she slinks through rain and snow
No warm fire - but the whole city’s hers
The song of a lost one
Now set free
Her soul’s on fire
As she roams these streets
She’s the one that escaped
She chose her own
Never again will she be owned
The black cat among these forsaken homes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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