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

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My cat left me when I was at my dad's house and I was really upset. I think of him often