I walk a lonely road - the only one that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes - but it's only me and I walk alone....
I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams...
I walk alone.
My shadow is the only one that walks beside me.
Cold and hungry, I must keep moving.
Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me.
Until then....
I walk alone.
My original post and photo is here. ...Somehow, the lyrics seem appropriate for the lone feral cat. It's a sad and lonely life, but it's also the only life they've ever known. Well, since that time, the lonely road cat, or Lonesome Roads, as I now call him, moved in closer to the colony. Perhaps he found the temptation of food, albeit sometimes meager, too much to resist. Or perhaps he needed a friend.
Lonesome Roads is still pretty standoff-ish and he definitely goes his own way. But he has friends now, and food. And a dry place to sleep. For a feral cat, it's not so bad.
Lonesome Roads isn't quite so lonely anymore.
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Nice and appropriate tribute to Lonesome Roads.
ReplyDeletedood...if yur lookin for a friend, sum place ta chillax even if itz for a wee minit, and a bite two eat..ya haz arrived at de rite place...chriss N crew will treet ewe rite....
ReplyDeletetrust uz kittehz on thiz...veree nice ta meet ewe...lonesome....
we see a mis trust in yur eye buddy...but much wisdom two....its gonna bee all rite ~~~~~