The cat coughs and walks with
No life left. You've seen this in a
Couple of dogs before they died.
You feed him well with the hope
Of recovery and put aside the
Thought of taking him to a doctor.
You've seen human care stretch
Into leashes and neck collars.
Love get out of hand to mutilate
Their genitals, in order to prevent
Their random mating encounters.
So the only favour you could have
Done to this little beast is to feed
The left-out chicken from your plate and
Let him roam around in free lanes.
And when he meets his friends
From the city in heaven, complaining
About their deprivations.
He can have a little erection of
Gratitude for all those juicy rats,
Wild fights and unhinged mating
That you didn't deprive him of
In the streets of your dirty locality.