Mittens

Mittens By: Abby Stubbs I can call back the day I saw her dead solemn body the ooze streaming from her mouth the dazed look in her skinny slimy fur gave off the cry of her dying I can call back the blood that gushes out while her kidneys collapse that runs down the now gooey fur of her once silky coat that cries her sudden disappearance I can hear the loneliness of her sudden cries I can see the dark mat at which her dead body lays I remember her blue sickened eyes look up at me as she takes her last breath I know she is happier now that she is not in pain how her death was a tragic loss for our family how she felt the sickest ever having, everything spinning, her life slowly dying her soul will live on to the day I die and even then I will live through her love I can feel the gooey mane I was stroking dying the motionless orange yellowish golden mane dying lying still as if it were never born as if it were a carcass the shock of the substance bubbling through her veins like a snake snaking through her veins as If were dead I know the needle was snickering through this as if it were a game my kitten would never come back I know she was cutie in pain she was a lot of fun she was a messy kitten I know she was playful running back and forth in our toy bins she was little and young she was one soul that kept me going she will live on she will never die she is here!