Outcast

Denial, betrayal, isolation… and death.
The City bell rings in my ears,
As I trudge on in the pouring rain.
It is cold, soaking into my skin, and my pouch.

Lightening flashes above my hooded head
As I brush the wet hair out of my eye.
A low rumble shadowed by a purr
Leaves me petting my friend Rumor,
Who walks by my side faithful as ever.

The great wild cat and I are travelling once again,
Outcasts of the place we had once called home.
What I seek now, cannot be tamed nor tempered,
The Wild calls and I must answer.