Snowkit's Silence

Silence,

Deafening silence.

The quiet is my friend.

My ears will never hear a sound.

Not now or at the end.

When I see a cat's mouth moving,

I'll pretend I saw why.

And when I see a cat's questioning glare,

I'll reply with "S'all Right".

My mother tries to teach me,

But I get so bored!

Plus, i'm way more interested,

In the ball of moss on the floor.

The wind brushes my fur,

As darkness fills the sky.

Yes it was strange,

But I didn't question why.

I kept focus on the ball of moss,

As the wind passes faster by.

I finally look up,

To see the frantic look in my mother's eyes.

Suddenly, all I feel is pain,

As a hawk has me in restrain.

This is the end for a cat who couldn't hear,

His own urgent cries of fear.