Poetry Month: Day Ten (by Nina)

I chose "The Dreaded" because I really think it shows a whole new "going to the vet "experience.

The Dreaded
vet
soon your on your way
once
you've been pushed and stuffed in a
crate.
then into a car,and bad smells waft into your nose
and nauseousness fills your stomach
then 
your there.
left in your crate 
which
 is put 
on the
floor.
where dogs try and sniff you.
you try to hide in the shadows of your crate.
then into a room where you're let out.
strangers come and poke you.
then they talk to your owner.
then back into the crate,
through the waiting room,
into the car,
nauseousness.
then,finally
HOME.
here I am 14 years old,
a kitten no more. 
And now I know never
to give up, 
you'll always
reach
what you call
home. 
Now my young kittens listen
close
hope is a very precious
thing that 
is not to be 
lost, no never to 
be lost. 
-by Nina