UNWANTED
by
©Clay Fugitte - 5/29/98

I dreamt of fields and meadows,
With green grass and flowers with colorful petals.
To run with the wind caressing through my fur,
Be petted, loved, meow and purr.
Yet this is not to be,
I'm locked up in a cage at an animal shelter you see.

No one wants to hold or cuddle this old cat.
Many visitors have come, looked and to say,
He's too old, too ugly, too fat or just too gray.
You can see the hurt in his big green eyes,
Now instead of meows or purrs... He just cries.
Found one early morn on the animal shelters step,
Cold, Hungry, Scared and had barely slept.
He's been locked away in his cage for two weeks now, no one has come, no one has even petted his brow.

The lady attendant came today,
Tears streaming down her cheeks.
She opened his cage door ever so slow,
Poor kitty, he didn't have a clue, he didn't know.
The door now fully opened wide,
She reached in and took him out from inside.
She carried him down the long corridor,
Not a word she spoke... for she knew... what was in store.
Kitty looked up at her with his big green eyes,
Hoping for a wonderful surprise.

She opens the door at the end of the hall,
She places him down on a table of ice cold steel.
He looks up as if to ask, "What's the deal?"

She could not watch this at all,
And let the new attendant place the lethal injection in— Kitty's head then began to spin,
He lay down, no longer purring or making a sound,
This old cat has now been laid to rest.
No more fields or meadows will he dream of
He has been sentenced and executed without a trial

His crime? Just being unwanted!