Thursday 12 April 2012

The Poetic Me:Poem 2

3 Little Paws..

they cried
one early morning
while
i was sweeping.

so tiny
those 3 little paws
left alone
eyes blinded..lids glued shut
tangled cords
untouched
bodies chewed by
cold's madness
they were
screaming for love and mommie's lick
devoid of motherly touch and
the warmth of milk
I
wept.

one
on Monday gone..
yesterday
the other one gone
another one
to me this rainy morning- said
"so sweet this death,
i'm holding the last breath,
sadly denied of my mom's breasts
yet now
so happily close
under my Master's bless"

that last tiny little paw
he bid me adieu
whispered
"for the care and the warmth of
your humane touch
we 
thank you
up there
we'll wait for you"

once again
cheeks flooded
the dam of my tears
burst
exploded.



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