The streets became my home
Trashcans became my dome
The place where I wander
In sobs I drown to ponder
Like a drunk I drift
My eyes crack to rift
No one accepts me as a pet
No one loves me I can bet
Thats why here on the sidewalk
I sit, eat and walk
Alone like mad to myself I talk
Around the clock
My fur is in tart
My coat is torn apart
My hair is so rough
Soon it will slough
People call me close
Then they snap their jaws
Under the streetlights I rest
The place where is the best
I feed by the remains
Leftovers of bread and grains
I sniff for meat
Left in cans still so sweet
No accepts me to keep
No one accepts me home to sleep
Thats why I stay outside
The street is my home where I reside
Once I was a beloved cat
Now my keepers want me to splat
I sleep by the drains
In pains and strains
I watch as the gutters flow
And I want to row
Myself down the ditch
To be grabbed by the twitch
I have no place to stay
Under the sun I burn all day
Bones and flesh I seek
Weak in pain and bleak
But no one gives me food
No one glances to give me a look
For I am a homeless street cat
The street is now my beloved mat
Please tell me what you think
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I took a homeless street cat home..
it was the sweetest thing ever.. I am just sorry it didn't last too long 
and wah.. you know, it would be nice if we could give all homeless people and animals a pace to stay.. but we can't save anyone
ANyway, this is an insightful poem, Pete.. shows how much your heart goes out to even stray cats. thanks for sharing this with us 
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Poor kitty I wanna take it home I like kitties I liked this poem of course I liked it a lot and the ryming yayness Nicely done Please keep writing
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thanks hun for da comment
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Wow
This is such a lovely poem.. Its so nicely written and man oh man the rhyme is amazing in it.. I love the idea u chose wat inspired u to have such an idea of a homeless cat.. good work pal.. -
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thanks pal i am glad that you like what i write:$:$ you make me blush
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