西方白虎

The same cat was always in the park,
old and gray - looking for a handout
in nearby garbage cans and litter.

Unwashed and wild, and left ignored,
people walked passed it every day
knowing it would die soon.

But one man in particular had a choice,
he could choose to have it live
in a home with a loving family
and toss a yarn ball around
a giant inferno of a fireplace
that would surely keep it warm forever,

or,

leave it in the park,
where it would shiver every night
and be forced to keep one cautious eye open
for someone looking to capture it
and inject it with death.

The man's girlfriend kind of liked cats,
so while he may have let it go before
he scooped it up and took it home,
where it would live for another year
in a home with soft cat food
a litter box and lots of milk.

They named it 白虎.