An Orange Cat

an orange cat
with one eye

(a cruel man
bit its eye with a stick
and the cat
became blind)

it always waits
by the door looking for
me on early mornings

i feed it fish and rice
and a can of water

i look at it
and somehow i remember
what i was
on my past lives

what i lacked once
now i must fill

lest i be the rat
forever.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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