Midnight
It is Midnight,
but I don't know what to do.
I'm bored,
but I don't know what to say.
Everyone else is asleep,
but I'm not tired.
I thought about counting sheep,
but that doesn't work with me.
Instead,
I thought of him,
Wondering, if I could picture him,
in the forest,
or on the road.
Lost,
and nowhere to find a home.
Trying to keep warm,
but to no use.
I pictured him on the road,
laying in the right lane.
Just laying there,
Wanting to end his misery
Until
His ears perk up.
Hearing a familiar voice.
Knowing that she will take care of him,
He slowly get's up
and walks off the road.
into the safe hands
of his mother.
It is Midnight
but I don't know what to do.
I'm bored,
but I don't know what to say.
Everyone else is asleep,
but I'm not tired.
I thought about counting sheep,
but that doesn't work with me.
Instead,
I thought of him,
Wondering, if I could picture him,
in the forest,
or on the road.
Lost,
and nowhere to find a home.
Trying to keep warm,
but to no use.
I pictured him on the road,
laying in the right lane.
Just laying there,
Wanting to end his misery
Until
His ears perk up.
Hearing a familiar voice.
Knowing that she will take care of him,
He slowly get's up
and walks off the road.
into the safe hands
of his mother.
It is Midnight
This Poems Story
My cat left me when I was at my dad's house and I was really upset. I think of him often
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