[missj2007]

Originally Posted by hviola

I wrote a poem about some 2 week old kittens my neighbor found after I found the mother dead on the road. She got hit by a car, probably looking for food. The neighbor came to my house and told me to take them or he would get rid of them. I took the 4 kittens in and bottle fed them, kept them in a box with a warmer, and even wiped their little bottoms with a warm cloth like their mother would to help them go. It was exhausting, but not a single one died. I wrote this because it hurt how cruel people can be.

No one hears them cry
In the darkness, destined to die
The little hearts beat,
No fulfillment of need,
Shrieking at the moon,
Hoping mom to come soon,
Dripping mouths of hungering sweat,
Sitting on the earth, so cold and wet.
Humans, they will not cry,
For the desperate little beings
That are destined to die.

That is a beautiful poem!