Hour 10 : Trapped

Wish you could hear me

I know you can see

My large golden eyes, claws and paws

The fur so soft and the long whiskers

As I hear the pitter patter of steps getting closer

I hope to merge with the black wall behind

Hiding my face, so that no one can see

The metal bars hit with sticks

Ears flattening against my head

Someone screaming, ” I found it”

Chills running down my spine

I don’t want be found

” His fur seems so soft and those black spots”

Please stop the admiration, I want it to stop

I want to go home, to be free

Amongst my own, why are you doing this to me?

 

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