In the early morning
A dark grey kitten cried
On the road left it by the owner
Threw it at the wrong place
The rows of houses
Dogs roaming the streets
The poor 6 weeks old kitten
It needed its mother cat feeding
When the morning light shone
The meowing still could be heard
For a while then it was silence
As the sun blossomed in the sky
On the road to the short bridge
The dark grey kitten walked slowly
It couldn't survive with its conditioned
Maybe a week it would be gone
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