Lullaby for
the forlorn
As the cute
tabby cat stole
Out of the lobby, surreptiously,
The other inmates fast asleep,
Its moving paws silenced
and
feared by the
loud snore of some.
Outside the dogs
bark,
Close to midnight, sequel
The innocent wail of the
month old
baby, abandoned by the heartless.
Night glared by the Moonlight
for the delay in tending the forlorn
looks askance at the
child.
I peep through the window,
The temple priest
Closing the gates of
the temple, willingly
opened the rugged , locked door
of the Future of the Innocent,
sings a soothing
lullaby.
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