Lost
there’s a
gray kitten
in a concrete cave
starving
there’s a chicken joint
across the street
a grocery store to the right
a bank to the left
but money’s no use
this creature is a casualty
of circumstance
fear of the unknown
keeps it frozen
it drinks the rain
and watches wheels go by
were it grown
it could hunt
somehow survive
there’ll be Christmas music
playing soon
on every street corner in town
high above
the concrete cave
where wheels go by
TL