Yes this is a poem but I wrote it so I dont know if its good.


The night is warm. The night is calm. An alley cat is all alone. I wish I could be free to wonder free to think and free to pounder. Free to walk and free to learn. The night is best cold and starless, thunder roaring, lighting strikeing. Raining ever so slightly. To be a cat black as night starting life in the streets. The cold of brick the black of gravel to just look at the sky and marvel at the beauty that consumed the whole of the sky and the shadows of the building. The chill upon my fur chills my bones. The feeling of being all alone. To run on all fours to jump on brick. To have to strugle for my food to fit where my head does. To battle for survivle and not have it handed to me. Not to live in confurt but in caos in darkness instead of light, cold instead of warmth , danger instead of saftey.