cats bliss

the black cat hides
under golden/orange leaves.
confused on the troubles of the world,
he hold his head high.
alone and cold,
disconnected from the world.
fallow the warmth,
helping hands are hard to find,
the chill holds nothing to desire.
let me see your bruises,
hold them high for everyone to see
harm is one way of saying im better than you.
oblivious the black cat plays,
in that sand box of the corrupting world.