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Slow is the Heartbeat of a Dying Animal

At the side of the road

All alone in the snow

Lies an animal writhing in pain

No one cares, no one sees

This trashed little dear

To busy they are to take note

But someone will cry

Because kitty is gone

Just vanished without any trace

Then as cold grows the night

The heartbeats will die

And kitty will be no more

...something I had to write in order to deal with my inner turmoil over things passed...