I don't own Warriors got it
POEM
The flash of claws
The splatter of blood
The howls of pain
The roars of triumph
The feeling of freedom
The pride of a warrior
I can see it now in my mind.
But as I look around
I see its not so
I look at my self
And see soft fur
A lazy kitty pet
That's all I am
And that disgusts me
All I can do is
Gaze longingly through the
Thin glass door out into freedom
So close yet so far
I see cats out there
Yes, I know its not my imagination
They're out there enjoying their freedom
No! my freedom!
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