One
month gone
The
Persian cat stayed
He
isn't fully recovered
Still
with his leaping leg
He
doesn't want to listen
He
still jumps out of the fence
When
he sees nobody is around
He
will disappear in the night
In
time he will suffer the familiar fate
Of
the last Persian cat saved
In
the end he died of his disease and hunger
In
his old home the tenants didn't care
The
current Persian cat
He
forgot how he was
Injured
and weak and hungry
Found
him in the food court
Now
he thinks he has food
Now
he thinks he has his energy
Off
the fence he has gone with his leaping leg
Until
next morning maybe he will show his face
In
time he will get the fleas
Eating
into his flesh and the disease spread
Now
he doesn't care what he is doing
He
wants to see his world in the open space
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