A Sad Existence Darkness spreads its concealing shadows, night falls, and born from the blackness of the night's soul, the cats come. The lost ones, who walk in the loneliness of the nights sadness, trusting no one, asking nothing, hunting to survive, mating to endure, fighting to live. Prowling on silent paws, melting into the shadows at a sound, then gliding on. Unloved, unwanted, missed by no one when they're gone, except the winds that made them cold and the rains that wet their fur. You can hear the wail of the alley cat, crying to the night of his pain, as he battles alone in a world without joy.
Every cat deserves a home.
By Grace Tolson Smurgles holds exclusive rights to publish all literary works of Grace Tolson at Smurgles. We are honored and say a heart felt thank you to Grace . These Poems are copyright 2000 and may not be copied or used in part or any form there of without explicit written permission of Smurgles. Copyright 2000 Smurgles. All Rights Reserved.