A Life in 6 Days
poem by:
Royce B
Written
on Jun 01, 2025
A Life In Six Days
Day 1
I am a Kitten,
I’m supposed to eat and poop and play and sleep
But I’m lost and flea bitten
I am hungry and sick and weak and cold, so I only sleep
But I am found, and they are smitten
I am taken and washed and dried and boxed, then we’re on the way
The vet says
I am weak and cold and skin and bones and soon I’ll be off to sleep
But they won’t let me
Every ten minutes I get woken
I am warmed and cleaned and fed some more,
Life hinged on a syringe
I don’t sleep and neither do they
Day 2 is much the same,
But now I squirm and walk and squeak and complain
Still no sleep today
Day 3 I start to change
I eat and poop and squeak and play
And now we get to sleep
Day 4, even more,
I eat and poop and play and sleep
I jump and pounce and purr and meow
And now I’ve met the dog
Day 5 and it’s the syringe again, with medicine
And I squirm and squeak and fight and complain
But with a bigger space and food and grace and love
I go right back to sleep
Day 6 I was a kitten,
I ate and pooped and played and slept
I jumped and pounced and purred and meowed
I was warm and full and safe and loved
But I’m still sick and weak and skin and bones
Now I have to go to sleep.
