Under the table I sit Two figures screaming

Another pleading for an end

All I feel is hunger and fear

Brought into a home I don’t belong I digress

Passing moments of calm before the storm Screens lit up as a child plays

An older woman sits meticulously Knitting her thread

Stomps come from above And another round begins

The child grabs my scruff And brings me to safety

A woman screams Bearing purple As I am put in the cage in a hall