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The Rain (Poetry by GalaxyRat)
I cannot read.
I cannot write,
I cannot lead,
I cannot speak.
I eat out of a food bowl on the floor,
It's full of something sour,
I wish I could have more,
Because hunger still grips me.
I go out to the yard during the day,
And droplets icy and cold hit me from the sky,
it must be rain.
Why won't they allow me back into the house?
Oh, wait, someone is coming to the door,
I can see him from my tree,
Something is trailing behind him on the floor,
It is silver and it is glowing.
He comes forward, he's a teen,
I back away,
Because his face is contorted and mean,
And his voice sounds sharp.
I can do nothing, only whimper and stare,
What have I done wrong?
I know what he will do before he leaves me there,
And he comes closer.
A kid he is, nothing but a kid,
But I know a whip means trouble.
He is nothing but a kid!
Still he walks towards me.
And now, hours later I lay on the ground,
Maimed and slowly dying,
I'm a pile of fur, just a small, fluffy mound,
But, still, this kid found it in him,
to leave me on the ground.
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