This is older, from when I found three tiny kittens at a tiny town called Ocean Shores. They didn’t weigh more than a couple ounces each. I was with my mom on vacation; I was fifteen, when I saw two deer sniffing an orange thing. Turned out that orange thing was one of three kittens that I was able to pluck out of drift wood and sea grass. I named them Rain, Lightning, and Thunder, due to the stormy weather at the moment. They had frightened the deer to the point where when the orange lighting hissed they jumped three feet in the air and stepped back and watched me get the door closed in my face from the few residents I asked for help. They were all scared of me, terrified of any person, actually. We stowed them away in our hotel room and we had to feed them baby food for weeks, this was recommended by a vet. The second part is for Lightning the orange baby who died days later from complications from an infection. I don’t think an animal has touched me any deeper in such a short amount of time.
Why is it so cold here? No family but us, a lonesome trio. Two heads are better one yet our three can’t comprehend why? Doesn’t anybody come for us? We cry it seems so loud in an endless stretch of time. Nobody but us to stay with and stay together we will. Anybody walking near should see us, hear us and we know they do. No person raises an eyebrow, much like we are already buried dead. Care? What does it mean to care for someone else, anything else? Does it mean passing by and swallowing any protest or language of love?
If I am gone so soon then it was right for me to leave and never stay.
If the world keeps spinning after I am gone then it doesn’t mean I was insignificant it means you’ll know I am missing tomorrow.
If your anger from neglect causes anything, let it cause a change.
If you held me and taught me and loved me then you can let me go.