Way down in a cold dark neighborhood,
That I often call my home,
There's about thirty-four stray cats,
Looking for a place to call their own.
And to each doorstep they approach,
They are denied of the love they seek.
I've denied them all three times, well,
At least three times a week.
I decided I should get a watchdog,
To scare the cats away,
Well that watchdog scared every cat,
Sometimes three times a day.
But that dog got really tired,
So he let just one cat in.
I was about to throw it outside,
When I noticed it was rather thin.
The kitten filled my mind with guilt,
That I never said good-bye.
In three short weeks I could have killed off
All of the thirty-fours nine lives.
To make it up and save some strays,
I took that kitten around town.
And we fed every stray we met,
We left no unfed cat around.
The moral of this story,
Is not about stray cats.
It's about saving the world around you.
And just plain giving back.
So if you deny a life,
That you know you could have saved,
Go back and save another life,
To remind yourself you gave.
This is the first poem I've written in months, so I'm sort of it. This isn't nearly as good as the poems I posted before, but soon enough I'll be getting great poems up here like I used to. Just let me know what you think of this one.
