Kitten on a bridge

I walk slowly onto the long high bridge
and perch myself upon it's safe ridge
looking into the black waters below.
When I am gone who will ever know?
None will care when life is through
all now show that they never do.
What is the sense in continuing on
with no love and all hope being gone?
The water seems my blessed relief,
from all this suffering and this grief.

As I stand prepared to let myself go
into the rushing waters down below,
I hear the softness of a faint sound
and see a kitten there on the ground.
Such a small and helpless thing there
with no-one to love or remotely care,
a half starved orphan in a cruel place,
the saddest of looks upon it's face.
I lean over and pick it so gently up
and on my hand it begins to sup'.

How can I leave it all alone there
in a world that just does not care,
to slowly starve and die all alone
with nobody ever to call it's own,
ignored and starved life through
this cruel thing I can't stand to do.
I clinch it tightly to my warm chest
and decide to do what will be best.
The only question left for to solve
jump or home? I steel my resolve.