I am a cat without a name,

A mystery of where I came.

In a dark corner, I first cried,

A lone meow where shadows hide.

There, I saw a human face,

A moment lost in time and space.

They say people sometimes capture us,

Cook and feast without a fuss.

Back then, I felt no fear—

Only a tremble, vague and unclear.

I feel a relief deep inside,

A blurred line where pain and joy collide.

No longer knowing sorrow or delight,

I drift away into the endless night.

I pull down the sun, the moon,

Break the sky and earth too soon.

Crumbled to dust, they fade away,

I step toward a calmer day.

Not caring for the life I knew,

I surrender to the great, quiet blue.

In my final breath, I find release,

A secret calm, a silent peace.

Dying, I become unbound,

In the quiet where true solace is found.

I feel a relief deep inside,

A blurred line where pain and joy collide.

No longer knowing sorrow or delight,

I drift away into the endless night.

Nameless, I fade into the dark,

Embracing peace beyond the spark.

In death, I reach that hidden art—

A gentle end where calm fills my heart.