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