The Story Of A Stray Cat Poem by Wini Jose

Two little ears above her tiny head,
She was thin since she was not very well fed.
Everyday she would come at my doorstep with a seductive mew,
Waiting anxiously for the bones of last night's duck stew.
She would walk around my legs, tickling me with her fluffy tail,
Sometimes scratching a bark with her claws as sharp as a nail.
Her eyes were like two green marbles set in her beautiful white face,
And her whiskers danced in the wind like a shoe lace.
One day she came to my house with a new member,
A brown and white kitten, if I remember.
They were truly a sight to see,
The kitten's playfullness filled me with glee.
I used to offer the kitten with milk,
Ocassionally stroking it's head soft as silk.
One day while going to school,
I saw something that was really not cool.
My dear little cat and kitten lay lifeless,
Near a garbage mess.
Some speeding motorist had done this in his hurry,
He wasn't bothered, it was cat who would worry.
Each day I saw friends vanishing into thin air,
I cried since it was not fair.
Now no cat comes at my doorstep for milk,
There is no kitten with a head as soft as silk.
There is no playfullness,
Only nothingness.