That Black Cat

Walking out after paying for my gas,    
I could hear the sounds of meows.  
I knew a cat was around, so I looked.      
It was a cold night, very cold, and    
I found the black cat begging to get    
Into the gas station to warm up.    
It had somehow lost it’s    
Tail and had a couple scars.    
I figured it had been abused.    
I called for it and slowly, it came to me.    
It’s fur was freezing and I could feel it shiver.    
I sat there petting it and trying to warm it up    
For nearly an hour before I recognized that   
I’d only made it worse for that poor cat.    
I knew I couldn't take it home.    
I felt like I’d teased it with a better life.    
So I left before either of us could get any deeper.    
Now I still think about that damn black cat.    
I still regret not saving it from the cold.