Alley Cat

Out of sight,
Out of mind,
Living away from the street, resting in the dark places
Where the sun doesn't always shine,
The street is but a dream,
From where they rest their weary heads.
These alley cats
Homeless,
Destitute,
At the lowest points in their lives,
Some seek solace from life,
To drown this tainted dream,
Alcohol,
Needles,
Crack pipes,
They can be found Used and abused,
With no hope left, some lay there for days,
Life drained
Saddened eyes
What possessions stripped
Others needed more,
A once proud man, dead half naked on the floor.
Cardboard and rubbish hide his dignity
His body taken
He sleeps,
He is cleaned,
A family member found
He is buried, for some this is a dream.
An alley cats life is as hard as it comes
The street is but a dream
They didn't ask for this
But in the alleyway is where they live
Cardboard, plastic covers,
Too keep them from the cold,
A spark of warmth
 In this alleyway of broken dreams.