Weep

A poem.

Bristle does the cat's fur
Widen does the wolf's eyes
A scream more sorrowful
than a grieved widow's cries

Sky overcast and dreary
Sky sinister and unlit
They weep for their mothers

to proud to avow and admit

They are faced with the anger

Of those who they wronged

Cower in undiluted fear;
dismay to a pain prolonged

Author's Note

Like it? Feel free to tell me you don't. But also feel free to tell me you do. :)