But that's not what I saw.
His body was limp and
His nose was cold, and when we wanted him to stand
He had a look in his eyes
like he knew all about life
When he never even had one
Like he had seen it all...
He was blind. Yes, he was
Why else did he stare a whole through the wall
When we tried to feed him, he barely
Stuck his tongue out,
Ever droplet missing his mouth
The others got bigger two days ago.
They never stop moving and you never
See them catch a wink. I still struggle with
My faith, and this doesn't fuel my belief.
So his big beautiful eyes act scared sometimes when
People are loud during the day but when his
brother runs by and gives him a little tackle,
I wonder if he knows he's not supposed to feel this way
It came in waves, he was up and around,
But after a while he collapses down
He stretches out and stares into space,
And leaves me confused.
Although he is breathing, hard even,
The life has left his body
And he eats and eats, but his body eats everything anyways.
He looked like broken machinery,
Pulsing until the last pieces break
Like I hear noises coming from his hard breathing
And they sound like a struggle.
And maybe you didn't know that this was about a cat's kitten
But it is a mother's child nonetheless.
His stomach stayed imploded but his ribs became more familiar
And these are just my simple observations
But this house holds no conversations,
So maybe I'm extra focused.
I check on him now
Because sitting there pains me
The mother doesn't know what's wrong
So she stares away as I'm crying
I beg of whatever God
Can take him away
But then he's standing again,
Bright as day.
So here's the update: