How death blends into life,

Leaves fallen and mint grows.

A modern view of wildlife,

A kitten left alone.

In your position froze,

A stone, a lifeless clone,

Your mouth scarcely exposed,

Fur matted to the bone.

So naturally posed,

Imprisoned ‘neath the floor,

Where you were born and raised,

Abandoned, for those days.



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