Thrashing tails and tasteless blood
There stays a single pureblood cub
He prowels the empty cobblestone city
With not the stance of a kitty.
He holds the power of a monster
Whose claws are of a gnarled lobster.
Snarls and cries of hurt egos
While they have all left, your amigos.
Never were they there
Yet the scent still lingers in its hair.
When the sun has gone to rest
The dead heart that lives inside is still blessed.
Blessed by the love of a mother
Who is no longer pieced together.
But she has up and gone
And escaped being a pawn.
So don't weep or cower
Grow like the dearest sunflower
Don't you dare smile a lie
Because you are a source of pride
