Loneliness

No one wants to feel like this. Whats the point anyway?

Loneliness

There was a man, who owned a cat,

It liked the letterbox, so there it sat.

It was quite brave, but very small,

It wasn't fussed not worried at all.  

It'd watch the grass grow, day and night.

It'd go through rain, not a movement in sight.

Who knows what it was waiting for, was it the sun?

There were plenty of storms, but sun, there was none.

It would be dark all the time. no blue anywhere,

All it would do is sit still and stare.

The man in this story would call for his cat, he'd say, "come inside and sit on your mat".

"Why", the man thought, "is my cat out there, and why ahd he just given me that almighty glare?"

The cat would sit for years without eating, he'd stare into the distance, without changing his seating.

Until one day when the man walked out of his home, and went to sit next to the garden gnome.

He looked at his cat and knew what to do, he patted his fur and whispered, "I love you"

The cat walked in to the house with the man following, his heart was warm again, his face was glowing.

Author's Note

I have just changed the second half, giving it a bit more of a... story line? Thoughts?

Reviews

[Daytonight]

Such a very poignant poem. Great work! Keep on penning.

[∂αʌ<..]

sad indeed...felt like the man just lost his loving wife and his cat is his only companion!
i would say a little story which you transformed wonderfully into a poem...and the flow is still amazing!

[hedgehog]

This reminds me of an old song about a 'cat in the window watching the world go by.'

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the part about the cat. My cat loved the sun. Lay all day in the window. Watching and wishing to kill the poor birds. A very sad ending to the poem. Easy to be sad and alone in the world. The movement of the story was very good. Made me want to know why the man had tears in his eyes? A excellent poem.
Coyote