Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care.
I'm so tired of running and sick with despair.
My body is aching and filled with such pain;
And dear God I pray, as I run in the rain
That someone will love me and give me a home,
A warm cozy bed, and food of my own.
My last owner left me alone in the yard...
I watched as they moved, and God that was hard.
So I waited a while, then went on my way
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God, I'm so tired and hungry and cold;
And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with straps
While I run the streets just looking for scraps.
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a "Victim of Man."
I'm wormy, dear God, and I'm ridden with fleas;
And all that I want is an Owner to please.
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good.
I won't scratch the carpet; I'll do as I should.
I'll love them, play with them, and try to obey.
I will be so grateful if they'll let me stay.
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
'Cause I'm getting weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
'Cause I'm so afraid, God, that I'm gonna die.
I've got so much love and devotion to give
That I should be given a new chance to Live.
So dear God, please hear me, please answer my prayer,
And send me somebody who will REALLY care.
I didn’t ask that they be born. I didn’t ask that they have life;
All I asked was to be spayed, to cut this cycle of endless strife.
I’ve often dreamed of having a home and a friend, but mostly a name;
And I waited and waited, but no one ever came.
So I birthed another litter in this old abandoned mill,
Where the walls are still crumbling and the floor slowly starts to fill.
But it’s where I call home, though my bed is on the ground,
It’s where night predators are lurking; I can’t let them be found.
So I’ll move them again, higher up, a new place I must seek,
And I’ll carry each one though my legs feel so weak.
They’ll be safer now, well hidden, completely out of view,
Yes safer now from predators and sadly humans too.
Each one’s unique as I feel their breath,
I will feed and defend them until my death.
I wash them and warm them; their ears feel like silk,
Each open mouth needing my milk.
It’s a small litter this time, two tigers and a grey,
I wish their life was different is what I want to say.
I’ll just wait now till they all fall asleep,
Then leave for food that I must seek.
The night is cold and it’s starting to snow
The dumpsters will be empty, my search will be slow.
Sometimes I’m lucky and people are kind
Mostly I’m scared; I don’t know what I’ll find.
The snow is falling harder now, more difficult to see
I can’t see the cars and they can’t see me.
I should have been more careful and searched during the day
It’s just that I’m so hungry; I have to make my way.
I’ll just cross this street, but wait a light is coming this way
I’m too weak to run- too long as a stray.
If I should die and be covered with snow,
No one will find me, no one will know.
If I could speak, I could tell,
But no one will find them, they’re hidden so well.
All I ever wanted was to be a friend and have a name
But no one ever caught me and so the litters came.
Now as I lay here I can’t hear their cries,
They are in my thoughts and in my eyes.
I know where they are, but I can’t tell
Who will find them, I hid them so well
Authors Note: The purpose of my poem is to try and increase awareness of the continuing
problem of hundreds of stray cats, needlessly born into a life of loneliness,
starvation and finally death.
Our shelters are over-crowded and do not take in feral/stray cats. If
litters are found and rescued, they can be put up for adoption, but what
happens to the mother cat? She just continues going through endless cycles of
births until her death.