I have to go,
don't wait for me,
It's not you am afraid of,
but it's my own.
I have to go,
for he is younger
and stronger,
while my bones,
are weaker and older.
Living on this street,
my entire life,
I learned no kindness,
there was none,
to show me what it is.
I fought, I won,
many battles,
all for food,
and to call some space,
as my home.
I lost my tooth,
and my partial vision,
as I cannot battle aging,
and that’s when I found you.
Thank you for the food,
a place to rest,
but I can't trust you more,
for all my life,
your species was unkind.
I have to go,
for I have no strength,
to fight, to live,
no home to be safe.
I trust none,
for trust is a trap.
I make no promises,
for I am tired.
I've killed,
big and small,
I regret none,
for what I do,
Is to live.
I have to go,
As I am scared,
for my body,
cannot support anymore.
Until we meet again,
Yours,
Tom Cat
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Author:
sarojavasanth (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2026 02:31
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A lovely poem of understanding of all refugees nicely written in metaphor. Well done
Thank you. It was a moment of reflecting when I felt helpless as he was a feral cat and I could not do more. despite its truly sad when people do not understand cats and just assume they are heartless and do not need love or protection like dogs. Thank you for stopping by my poem and reading it.
You are most welcome
The story of a cat's life. It kills not out of pleasure but to get food, to survive. In contrast, men hunt for pleasure sometimes. They compare trophies. The cat has spoken. It has laid out its philosophy.
That's the difference many fail to notice when they question even animals kill. The truth is animals do not kill for pleasure, if only everyone understood that. Thank you for stopping by by poem.
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