5. The Cat's Lonely Fate
In shadows deep, the cat did roam,
Chased away from its warm home.
Its heart was heavy, eyes so sad,
The world outside seemed dark and bad.
From alley to street, it wandered lone,
A gentle creature turned to stone.
Each passerby, each beast it met,
Gave no kindness, only threat.
Its fur once sleek, now matted and torn,
A symbol of a heart forlorn.
The streets were cold, the nights were long,
In a world where it didn’t belong.
Hunger gnawed at its fragile frame,
Loneliness was a relentless flame.
Every corner held a threat,
Every turn, a sense of regret.
Bruised and battered, it fought to survive,
In a place where cruelty thrived.
No friendly face, no helping hand,
A desolate life on barren land.
Day by day, its strength did wane,
Its cries of pain, an endless strain.
Yet no one came to ease its plight,
No comfort found in the dead of night.
One fateful day, its spirit broke,
Beneath the weight of every stroke.
It laid alone, on cold, hard ground,
A silence deep, no living sound.
The creatures of the street passed by,
Assuming it had come to die.
They left it there, in shadow’s grasp,
No breath to take, no final gasp.
Yet in the night, a spark remained,
A flicker of life still unchained.
But all believed its life had fled,
So they turned away, as if it were dead.
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