Blind Injustice

A bird sings in a golden cage,

the evening light rays are slow and creepy.

As evening falls, they form a stage

on which a cat’s demurely sleeping.


The cat is thin, an abyssinian grey

he's seen all tricks

and is tired of the play

the siren songs, the clicks of beaks

He’s heard it all, and’s tired of the play... .


With half-shut lids, remembers he past days:

how he chased birds, on their bodies lay

And tickled their necks with outstretched paws

Then mercilessly grinned and clasped his claws...


Then trembles he, slim body taught with fear

as if some ghost would suddenly appear.

The bird is singing and the song is dear.

The cat awakes, the bird stares numb from fear.


The bird’s white, in evening light so pure

one wing’s gone, her eyes are so demure

The cat just stares, all empty, unaware.

It has no eyes, just quietly lays there.


And so they are, united by the night

The wingless bird….. The cat with no sight

sits on his paws, its feet with no claws.

He murmurs to the bird, "we’ve both lost"...

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