Kitten

And still, as iron
His eyes cold as the day.
Nothing of a lion,
But a kitten.
So alone in the pat
Of death,
Awaiting for us
To step in the dark.
Yellow scars.
Show the trail
Departed from our luxury
And ended with all the days.

|| Published in occasion of Wine&Roses's photo "Sunshine Kitten"

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