| Old Glamour So long since she had been here Since the sunny days of glamour Who would think she would be rejected for merely wishing to see more? Silence fell upon the others As they watched her with contempt Shielding the young ones who possessed the innocence from every friendly attempt. In the moonlight, she is exposed to the hatred The memories flood her mind All she wants is to be loved and raised up and to leave this life behind. A hiss, a yowl, a scratch -- Why? Why? Why? She looks to the leader-- he waits but does not reply. They slink away and she is alone once again To mourn in the moonlight. One bit of love and she could remember happiness...but the memory took flight. If only one could see her as an explorer, wishing for a home If only they could understand. But I DID leave them once for the tricky world of man. But all they saw was an eye twisted from contemplation a torn, dusty coat and a vain, heartless reputation. Her haunting ballad would end with the night, but the Choice was yet to be made. I pray they will make it right. She hopes to be the one she hopes for last acceptance; she hopes for the memory of what happiness really is. So the once-glamorous one, Now dilapidated and gray, Sheaths her painted claws and slinks away. She drags her ragged tail behind her, her four-legged limp somehow holding the majesty she once had. |