Lost and Confused

Lost and Confused

This is our reality. A total opposite of each other. A kin of different race, of different kind.
You are a stray kitten. Lost and confused. Lost in a new place without your mother to guide you. Confused which road to take, afraid to where it might take you. A kitten so small with dreamy eyes but tired legs.

I’m a big dog. Scary and angry. Scary to all who don’t know me. Angry most of the time with the things happening around me. A dog so large but feels small inside. 

I often walk without a thought. I let my legs take me anywhere they want to go. Down that road in 5th Avenue, I saw you. A stray kitten lost and confused. I didn’t care. So I thought. You turned to me and asked for directions. I can see how you tremble with fear. Who wouldn’t? I’m a big scary dog. I led you to where you want to go. We walked to together not saying a word. 

The next day, my legs took me down 5th Avenue. You are there. You looked lost and confused again. You saw me and smiled at me but I pretended to not see.

The next day, my legs took me down there again. You are there, again with the same expressions in your lovely face. I passed you once again but you didn’t see me.

The next day, I went there again. I was kind of hoping to see you. I saw this beautiful place yesterday that I think you’ll like. You weren’t there. I felt bothered. 

You were there the next day. Again with your same expressions. I walked straight to you. We talked. We went to that beautiful place. I’m no longer a scary and angry dog. 

We kept walking and walking every day, letting our legs take us to beautiful places we haven’t seen before. But every time we meet at 5th Avenue, you still have that lost and confused expression. I was bothered. I went to 5th Avenue the next day earlier than usual. You weren’t there. I waited but you never came. I went there for almost a week but still you never came. 

On the 8th day, I saw you on my way home. You were with someone else. You didn’t saw me but I saw you. I’m confused. I turned and walked away with no thought to where I’m going. My legs took me down 5th Avenue. Why am I here? I feel lost.

Now I’m a stray dog. Lost and confused.