I saw a kitten yesterday,
Crossing by the road,
It was crashed by automobile
Without even know it.
I should had tried to save that cat,
But I reacted slowly,
I was just staring instead of giving help,
Oh, blow me…
Then it was decker going next,
It smashed the little body,
And afterwards were lots and lots
Of wheels and tires;
Muddy was on the road on that day,
The weather wasn’t sunny,
You couldn’t blame cars anyway:
How could they see that body?
How could that little fluffy thing had known
Of its tragic?
How can we live and hope for real,
If we’re, like kitten, fragile?
What forces passing through our lives,
What smashes off our hopes?
We only crossing, crossing by,
But what, who knows, approaches?
Kitten
© Copyright: Makedonski, 2002
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