If Only I Were a Kitten by Darryl Price
If Only I Were a Kitten
Some famous singer would write
A song about my broken face
And beg on my behalf for a
New set of whiskers, some warm bed.
I haven’t tasted any milk
In so long I can’t even think
What it should feel like going down.
Sometimes I dream of owning my
Very own water fountain. I
Could fill up everybody’s cups
All day long for free. Nobody
Could say a thing about it to
Me. I’ve noticed no one ever
Wants to talk. This really hurts a long time.
They give their coins like I’m going
To reach out and grab them by the
Throat and force them to swallow a
Handful of germs. I only want
To say,” hello”. Don’t know what else
To say or possibly give them.
© by darryl price. written for PROTECT, the national association to protect children. darryl price: «I think this is one of the most important issues of our time. Children need us, in spite of their anger, in spite of their lashing out, in spite of their violence, they are lost and lonely and afraid. We need to come to their aid, always, and for the rest of our lives.»

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