Foggy the Cat

Needing escape from the mournful howls,
The smell of death; the human growls
I grabbed my things and decided to leave
When a soft little paw, snagged my sleeve.

He'd done this before, just a few days ago
His color was fog-mist, with sprinkles of snow
But today he was thinner; like fog after noon
He hadn't been eating; his time would come soon.

The swelling of tears stopped clouding my eyes
He gave me new hope, in a world I despise
Just one of a million cats killed every year...
But they wouldn't get 'Foggy'! He wouldn't die here!

I made up my mind to take this small cat
As soon as I could, and give his life back
From cage to a cuddle; and a promise in his ear...
"You'll just need to spend one last night here".

"I promise tomorrow, I'll come take you home".
I promised him "never will you die alone".
"Starting tomorrow, your life will be great!"
But sometimes 'tomorrow' is one day too late.

Sometimes tomorrow, is one day too late.