Post by foxshadow on Aug 2, 2009 19:04:10 GMT -5
I'm sick and tired of this so-called life,
Without room to breath;
A lone bird sang in the distance, taunting a gray tabby tom. He had been wandering through these streets all day, trying to find his way out once again. His stomach growled, causing him to hiss angrily. It had been a long time since his last meal, and he was trying to find some live prey. Unfortunately, he had come across no scents of them, and only small birds who would screech at him from the tops of trees. The bird chirped again, closer this time. With annoyance, he looked into the sky to see a robin circling high above him. Eagle scowled at the ground. Was there no rats or mice to be found here?
Up ahead, the scent of chicken wafted over to the tom, making his mouth water. Then he spotted where the smell was coming from; a trashcan. He glared at his feet. Why had he come into this neighborhood anyways? He was never good with directions, and he had never been here before. What made him think he'd find his way back out? He looked back at the silver trashcan once again. The chicken smelled fresh, not like most of the rubbish in trashcans. Almost like it had been put it very recently... "No!" he yowled at himself. He wouldn't let himself be caught eating human rubbish.
But on the other paw, it did smell good and he was very hungry.
Maybe just a sniff of it...
Just a little bite to tide myself over...
You know you want it...
Feeling disappointed with himself, he let his paws carry him to the trashcan. By now his stomach was growling constantly with the scent of chicken. With a slight hesitation, he jumped up to the lid of the trashcan. Now what? Eagle tried clawing the top of the can, but all it did was hurt his claws. Frowning, Eagle jumped back down to the ground. Push it down. The gray tabby tried leaning against it, pushing with his forepaws, hindpaws, and even asked his to fall over in desperation, but it was much too heavy for the tom. Too full. He growled, and looked around to see three birds on a telephone wire sitting and watching him, seemingly amused.
"Think its funny, huh? Do yeah?" he hissed at them, "You come down here and you try!
Squawking, the three crows flew off. Now not only was Eagle frustrated, and hungry, but embarrassed with himself as well. He stomach growled again.
"Oh shut up," he groaned, laying down in defeat, "I'll have better luck waiting for one of those crows to hop into my mouth."
Toss and turn in my bed all night,
Am I the only one who finds no peace?