Ran out

Yet another gray day
Sullen, nostalgic, ominous
Past the old familiar faces
Passing by in haste
I took a refreshing drink
Goes inside, cools my spirit
And yet, what do I see --
A dead kitten, legs spread out
Decomposing, eyes wide open
-- for everyone to be seen
No, they did not seem to mind
But, someone did swerve his ride
for I stopped and was held aback
this thing was quite a sight
Curses he must have let fly --
Must have been one of them
green guys lost in the city life
and the cat --
must have been one of them
cute and young little pussies
whose lives ran out
So what if the sky mourns?
I still have the impending rain to mind.