There's a little kitten
on a road, in a suburb.
It was lost,
and hungry and cold.
Longing for a shelter
from the cruel rain,
from the cruel denizen.
It went from a house to another
just to get shooed and broomed altogether.
A kind lady took her in once.
But got kicked out when
the rest of the house whine.
It went all over,
just to look for a shelter.
Saw another got sold,
in a pet shop in the suburb.
Funny it thought
why does people buy its kind
when it doesn't have any shelter to find.
And the little kitten kept on strolling
as long as it has this thing called living.
6/6/2009
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