HOMELESS

I found you,
	Kitten,
soft, shivering,
	blood between your paws, and crying.

I question what mishap tore your
	tiny World to bits
as you looked on in blinded faith.

So sweet your searching eyes
	for the familiar touch
that would leave you less wounded . . .
	sorry you did not find it in time.

All distilled betrayal looks upon me as
	perhaps another onslaught of meaningless fear.

So I hold you to prepare you for what little comfort is
left,
warm blood from you body dripping down my clothes.

I speak as gentle as the wind allows to gain
	a confidence buried under shock's debris,

to soothe your Life gone dazed.

As your copper eyes met mine, I knew the moment when
	the light went out and my Heart
tried to follow.

You died there, in my arms, my tears singing a Song
	that would never Answer kittens' Dreams.

A gentle prayer, a cursing against myself for not finding
	you sooner, a resolution that things happen this
way,

nonetheless, your short visit leaves me no less stunned
		and
			Sad
				And homeless inside.
*Dedicated to that kitten I could not save - you now live in the Rainbow.*