Missing Poem by Angela Wybrow

Missing



Our cats went missing - often for days,
But then one of them, Sox, went astray.
Charlie, his brother, sat there and pined.
Our darling Sox, we so hoped we’d find.

Sox was black: as dark as the night;
His emerald-like eyes sparkled so bright.
Snowy white ‘socks’ graced his four feet;
He was really good natured and ever so sweet.

I wondered if I would ever see him again;
We searched local streets, calling his name.
We put up posters around our town;
For any sightings, we asked around.

Was he inside a building afraid and trapped?
Was he ill or in pain or had he been attacked?
So many scenarios raced through my mind;
The truth I really wished I could find.

Was he somewhere nearby or wandered far?
We prayed that he hadn’t been hit by a car.
Our darling Sox was away for so long:
We feared the worst, but prayed we were wrong.

Then one day, he just sauntered on in,
But he looked really tired and ever so thin.
There he stood before my eyes –
It really was the best surprise.

My heart and mind were filled with joy
At the sudden return of our precious boy.
He was a sad looking shadow of his former self,
But, with TLC, he’d soon bounce back to health.

If only, like us humans, Sox could speak
And tell his tale which spanned six weeks;
But the story of Sox – he’s fifteen years old –
Will remain a moggy mystery, a tale untold.

Monday, July 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,cats,feelings,mystery
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allotey Abossey 13 July 2015

Wow... Your poem sounds so sweet. Good one there.

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Angela Wybrow

Angela Wybrow

Salisbury, Wilts, UK
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