автор: oziris

Sweet little kitty -
little ball of fur,
isn`t it a pity:
your sight - so blurred,
your foot - so hurt.

Sweet little kitten,
so soft - your pur,
you`ve never bitten
none in the world...
and yet, you`re hurt.

It`s just not fair
to live in there -
so deep inside...
in basements,
to run and hide -
adjacent.

Your life is hard,
your little heart
is swiftly beating
deep under.
You haven`t eaten -
you hunger...

Bad people you follow,
with tummy so hollow.
Nobody cares
if you`ll live tomorrow.
Nobody shares
your pain and your sorrow.