Sits day upon day at her dirty bay window
Watching the world go by while always removed from it
White straw-like hair strewn carelessly
Casting no shadow over her weary face
Years of pain plain to see,
But no one looks
Moggies scattered round about mewing
She sighs, ‘what’s up me pretties?’
Bony fingers tickling under outstretched chins
They nuzzle closer, purring loudly
Letting her know in their own way they care,
What happens to their mad old cat lady
Children pass the window often
Laughing in innocent joy
She smiles with tears at those happy sights
Them hand in hand with loving mother
No cracks appearing yet in their bliss
But will they still love her when she’s old?
Or will her world also be doomed to be harsh and so cold?
Is she ready to be left on dusty shelf
No one to hold her but herself,
When she becomes a mad old cat lady
She’s fading, wasting to nothing in that place
Cold and barren, a shell of it’s former self
No children giggling, playing hide and seek endlessly
Empty rooms, overgrown garden, she senses the chill
It haunts her still
The smell gnaws at her being, damp, decaying, but unstoppable
Nothing she can do
Old pictures on the shelves, glass cracked, frames fading
But full of people smiling
Ones she used to know, who used to love her,
Said they’d never leave her
Lies,
But she forgives them that forgot her, who moved on
What use have they now for the mad old cat lady?
Tears frozen on her face
Brow lines furrowed in anguish
Lips blue, eternally shaped in a queer smile
Smiling at her furry friends
Who were with her to the end
They tried to keep her warm at night, but failed
Mewing louder, but no one can hear their pleas’
Trapped to die slowly in their home-turned cage
Unwanted by all except their old cat lady now gone
Who took them in regardless their conditions
Loved them without question, and they her
Now she sits rigid, unable to help them further
Gave all she could to help the ones left behind, like her
The ones with no place to go but to each other
What happened to the mad old cat lady?
