Abused
by Vivien Ravenscroft

I sit there in the cold and wet, wondering has he came home yet,
I remember a time when us kittens were fine,
and our mother told us not to fret.
My sisters and I were so happy, we enjoyed a good game or two.
But when my owner eventually bought me, I knew my good times were through.
I hear the thud of his heavy boots, as he shuffles them along the floor, I hear him groan and I hear him moan as he turns and locks the flat door.
He walks to me now, in a way I know how this cruel game will end, he tries to make my mind believe, that he wants to be my friend.
On Monday I was battered. on Tuesday I was bruised. on Wednesday I was kicked around. every day I am abused. I cant think what I did to hurt him. or why he plays this game. perhaps he is just sick minded, or possibly insane.
He told me I was special that I was the one. That when I was with him there would always be fun
I used to believe him, I really would, but after he abused me I no longer could.
I lost all hope of finding care. I sat in the cold and sobbed my despair.
He didn't want me, it wasn't fair. He didn't love me, he just wanted me there.
Perhaps I was a fashion statement, maybe I still am, I have no purpose in this world, no reason to stay alive. perhaps I should even, commit kitten suicide.
Why doesn't he just drown me? throw me in the sea, use some rocks to weigh me down, and let my body be.
Maybe he will shut me, in a box today, drive all day and then dump me, on a busy motorway. Can't he just be away with me, can't he leave me be, can't he dump me on the road or throw me in the sea.

A poem about animal cruelty and why it should be stopped.