I saw him last year or two, perching on the fence near the graveyard and I stopped to say hi. He seems to be a nice old chap.
I saw him walking home to that fence from a nearby slum and I slowed down to say hi
I saw him sleeping on the roadside ten minutes walk to the other block, and I stopped and whisper hi.
I saw him curling on the fence by the graveyard, with fresh blood dripping over one of his ears, and I stopped to say hi, then I asked him if he would let me help. He ran away.
I came every day to that fence to see if he would trust me enough then; sometimes I saw him, sometimes I didn’t, but he never let me stay close.
Then I saw him no more.
A few months back I saw him at a new pet shop just blocks away from that fenced graveyard. I stopped and said hi and he looked away.
I saw him scratching his head and stopped by to say hi, but he walked away.
I saw him rub his balding neck and I stopped by to say hi, but he turned around and nibbled on a bit of cheap cat food nearby.
Well, at least the pet shop fed him.
But I saw him scratching his head to a bloody pulp so I stopped by and ask the pet shop people if the cat was theirs.
They said the cat walked over one time and they gave him leftover dry food, the cheapest of the cheapest, and left him to his own devices.
I saw him thin and decrepit, and I stopped by the pet shop to ask if I can pay them back of the food they spent, and have the cat for myself.
The pet shop said he is a stray cat, and what fate he meets when he was not there for the food, they were ignorant of.
But then, I saw him no more.
I saw him last week outside of the closed pet shop as the town locked down, unlike how I had ever know him before. He lost all his fur and had scabs all over his face. His eyes were full of pus and his ear was damaged.
I took off my jacket, wrapped it around him and brought him home.
He was not nice, he was not friendly, but why is he friendly, if his world is all pain and grief?
But he learned that others let him sleep alongside, and he learned that for kittens who run around him, he is just another grandpa.
He learned what minced chicken is. He learned what beef chunk means. He learned about boxes of sand where everyone do their business, and he learns about a warm soft blanket, where he can lay down and wipe his painful face.
He learned what a different world exists less than ten miles from his graveyard fence, and from the cheapest of the cheapest pet shop, a few blocks away.
He learned not every waking hour is heaven, and that some time is just plain hell: cold, damp, wet, dark, but he learned that everyday whichever thunder and lightning come, however the rain pour, there is that invisible thing where he can look up and see the sky yet not get wet from the shower.
He learned that not everyday is a beautiful Sunday but Hey, man, he’s alive, he’s takin’ each day and night at a time. Hey man I’m alive I’m takin’ each day and night at a time.
Yeah he’s down, but I know he’ll get by
He’s feelin’ like a Monday, but someday he’ll be Saturday night
Hey man I’m alive I’m takin’ each day and night at a time
Yeah I’m down, but I know I’ll get by
I’m feelin’ like a Monday but someday I’ll be Saturday night
is lyric from “Someday I’ll be Saturday Night” sung by Bon Jovi.
Songwriters: Richard Sambora / Desmond Child / Jon Bon Jovi
Someday I’ll Be Saturday Night lyrics © Sony/ATV Music
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