In the winter of New York City they roam,
these strays seeking for warmth, but they find no home.
Their colorful coats, soft yet thin,
In the freezing cold, their fight for survival begins.
Through icy streets, they silently tread
hunger gnawing, their eyes filled with dread
Yet in their eyes, a spark does gleam,
A testament to their strength, a hopeful dream.
In the winter night, their whispers of meow,
Echo through the silence, as they navigate the now.
So, let’s remember the strays in winter’s chill,
Extend a hand, offer them a moment’s goodwill.
For in their struggle, there’s a lesson to find,
The strength of spirit, in the coldest of times.
note: the last three cats are pictures of my own cat and my friends’ cats. It shows a contrast between stray and home cats.
Xin, your pictures are so adorable! I really like how you focused on an aspect of the city most people wouldn’t and highlighted that we should do our best to help stray cats because they don’t have a home. The choice to put you and your friends’ cats at the end really helped fuel your message.
I love how you made your post cat-themed. There are many stray cats in New York City, and it is sometimes easy to overlook them. I like how you wrote about the hardships stray cats face during winter, which makes us more sympathetic towards them. It is amazing how you got so close to them, and they did not run away.