Compassion
It's lying, just lying in front of me
Staring and glaring and lying in front of my eyes
And I stare back just wondering what
Thoughts are flickering and flying deep down in its mind.
I think of its tiny heart, quickening pace
As its frail head twitches in front of my face.
I smile and reach out petting its fur
As soft as fresh flowers and shiny as pearls,
I talk and I talk and I talk about how,
How I came to the cats’ home, I opened the gate
And I saw the bright eyes brimming with tears
Induced by the cruelty and pain from previous years.
With my amateur hands and small rookie fingers
I pick up a cat toy and quickly I fling it;
Into her small cage filled with sadness, but still
Inside her slight dainty heart lies a hope, 'til
Someone walks in and betrays the thin trust
Although I only have good intentions. But
As I follow the toy to her pink, wet, cute nose
She sniffs the toy mouse as if covered in poison,
And her cautious eyes glance up to meet mine
Full of fear, full of sorrow, but still I find
A glimmer of a damsel locked up in a tower
That if you don’t rescue she soon will turn sour.
However, we saved her and fingers crossed
Her scared heart can unfreeze this cruel misplaced frost!
Charlotte Hammock
Staring and glaring and lying in front of my eyes
And I stare back just wondering what
Thoughts are flickering and flying deep down in its mind.
I think of its tiny heart, quickening pace
As its frail head twitches in front of my face.
I smile and reach out petting its fur
As soft as fresh flowers and shiny as pearls,
I talk and I talk and I talk about how,
How I came to the cats’ home, I opened the gate
And I saw the bright eyes brimming with tears
Induced by the cruelty and pain from previous years.
With my amateur hands and small rookie fingers
I pick up a cat toy and quickly I fling it;
Into her small cage filled with sadness, but still
Inside her slight dainty heart lies a hope, 'til
Someone walks in and betrays the thin trust
Although I only have good intentions. But
As I follow the toy to her pink, wet, cute nose
She sniffs the toy mouse as if covered in poison,
And her cautious eyes glance up to meet mine
Full of fear, full of sorrow, but still I find
A glimmer of a damsel locked up in a tower
That if you don’t rescue she soon will turn sour.
However, we saved her and fingers crossed
Her scared heart can unfreeze this cruel misplaced frost!
Charlotte Hammock