{"sf1_id":565108,"sf2_id":"Oe5EkGle","title":"Upon His Roof","author":"Ratfurr","words":120,"posted_at":"2013-07-19T05:28:00.000Z","tags":["Death","M/M","Poem","Rat"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/565108-upon-his-roof","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5EkGle","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/20/78/20788519-9ae0-4a85-94bb-a24a802ab41b","description":"I was in the mood to write and this is the result.","content":"Upon his roof, I sit with much on my mind\n\nThe homes become a silent valley of brick and wood\n\nWhen the lights go out, there is a strangeness with the windows\n\nEerie and uninviting like hollowed eyes\n\nAh the moon\n\nThere is no moon tonight\n\nJust the stars and they twinkle\n\nThe dark canvass is almost visible\n\nAgainst the cooling summer nights\n\nThe breeze was fresh\n\nBut I am cold inside\n\nBelow me there is a fur that I loved\n\nFor years he was sweet and a childhood friend\n\nI can hear their squeaks and I... ball my paws\n\nIn the mist of pleasure, in the arms of another\n\nThe other who killed me\n\nI hate you\n\nSo much.\n\n  \n  \n  \n\n"}