The Little Cat. Poem by Edda Dr

The little cat wandered, lost and alone,
Through alleyways and streets unknown,
His fur unkempt, his eyes full of fear,
As he searched for the one who held him dear.

His mother cat, now gone from sight,
Had left him to face the world's cruel might,
And he was left to navigate the fray,
With no one to guide him along the way.

But still he wandered, with head held high,
His heart so strong, his will to survive,
And though he missed his mother's care,
He knew that he could not despair.

For in his soul, he held her love,
A gift from her that soared above,
And though she was no longer there,
Her spirit lingered in the air.

With every step, he grew more bold,
His confidence shining, his courage told,
For he knew that he was not alone,
And that his mother's love had shown.

And so he wandered, with purpose clear,
His mother's memory ever near,
For though she was gone, she still lived on,
In the little cat, who had now grown strong.

And in the end, he found his way,
His mother's love, his guiding ray,
And though she was no longer there,
Her love remained, beyond compare.