Station Cat

50 Pages·2022·35.073 MB·English

by  DK

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A story of kindness and hope
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The color had drained from this place a long time ago.
A cold, damp railway station and a platform forlorn,
Peeling black paint on wrought iron benches,
Passengers and travelers without light, in drab, formal lines,
Dull brass railings, covered in grime from a thousand passing hands.
Soot-covered chimney pots where smoke-colored jackdaws squawked,
Chipped wooden herringbone floors made ashen with dirt
and worn from the trudge of heavy footsteps shuffling along.
Spiked fences, smoked glass, shrill whistles, hissed steam
and muted whispers, all burnt upon the passing breeze.
An oversized station clock hung heavy from its aging bracket.
Its ticking and tocking sullen, as all passed under its unforgiving and watchful gaze.
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In this place, sadness resides,
For no one knows where all the color hides.
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Through a gap in the fence a small cat appeared,
Wearing scrapes and tears.
She was skinny and weak with twisted tail
and she called for her mother along the steel train tracks.
Her cries went ignored and unanswered,
and glancing, cold looks returned to ink-stained newspapers.
She climbed onto the platform along the broken, stone brickwork
and shuffled around the legs of waiting passengers,
Bumping her head in hope for affection.
A short, brutal life without warmth
and invisible to stern faces turning away.
If they had only looked closer they would have seen...
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Eyes of radiant, jade-green staring back.
From her fur came a kaleidoscope of colors that shimmered in changing, dancing light;
Ginger, cinnamon, and chocolate, orange, lilac, and fawn,
Amber and blue hues, gold and carmine, violets and more.
She paced softly upon graceful, pink paw pads,
but now sits ignored and bereft in the mist.
For days the cat stayed in the shadows
and laid between dark puddles without reflection in the falling rain.
Calling out from time to time until she fell silent and cold.
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