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Striped gray,
With a long, wide beak of a nose
Old, wide-eyed deaf thing
Cawing and screaming,
With no seemed intention
Full of bones, rimmed with years, like
The inside of an oak tree.
So outcast; a bruised apple
When passing
He flinches away from hands
That try to feel along his bony back
From fear that the slightest touch
Will deteriorate
Unkempt, oily fur
Back into the clumps of dust
He feebly kicks
Inside his litter box
When he hasn’t found
A spot on the floor
Instead.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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