Tabby Cat

An old grey tabby nudges my shin

And tells me he has a tale to tell

I go down to his level

Look into his eyes

And tell him it’d be swell

He was once a young cat

The king of the streets

He’d catch the eye,

And brighten the day

Of every cat that he’d meet.

But he figured that would be forever

No one did let him know

He would one day be old and grey

With no cat to spend his time

And all he’d feel is low.

‘Don’t do as I did’

He looked at me and said

Then he let out a final purr,

And rolled onto his side,

My new friend was dead.

I often think of that cat

And the lesson he gave,

He was an arrogant little thing,

Beautiful as he was.

I am not anyone’s to save.

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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