The Lone Boy
The Lone Boy
In the midst of the night,
I hear him moan.
The frightened boy.
All alone.
He gazes up at the night sky,
Whispering in the dark.
Wishing for liberty.
Wishing for a parent to take him home.
He lives in the orphanage
The boy is a meerkat.
He is a friendly lad, though.
But always secretive and upset.
Nowhere he can go,
The orphanage is a cage to him.
He is trapped alone,
With his dream.
Faculties are strict,
Rules are unacceptable.
With no pals,
Life is miserable.
I notice a shooting star,
Up in the sky.
He makes a quick wish,
As it comes nearby.
Life is so unfair,
To all those little orphans.
I wonder if somebody would come,
To adopt these tots.