The Story of Elvis the Serval (Pantoum)

Solemnly, the abandoned serval sat. The grayness of it all sinking in.
The quarantine he sat in surrounded him like that of an asylum, the walls beckoning to be loved.
He wondered what he had done to deserve the cold. 
But he knew some questions didn't have to be answered

The quarantine he sat in surrounded him like that of an asylum, the walls beckoning to be loved.
He did not love them for he chose not to love the pain.
He wondered what he had done to deserve the cold.
The cold was so dark and unfriendly. Only hate could come from it.

He did not love the walls for he chose not to love the pain.
He was content with his path of his life but not with the attractions. So bland and red they were. Like old an merry go round with holes in the heart of the horses.
The cold was so dark and unfriendly. Only hate could come from it.
The way that his heart was struck with such icy daggers, it made him wonder about sanity. And his mother. And how she would warm it.


On Sunday, April 26, 2009, Carolina Tiger Rescue (then CPT) received a call from a woman stating that her friend had a pet serval she could no longer care for, and that the animal needed to be placed quickly. Staff informed her that she would need to contact the Curator of Animals, Kathryn Bertok, to make rescue arrangements.The following morning, Kathryn discovered a full grown serval in an animal crate that someone had left at the entrance to the staff parking lot. A typed note attached to the crate gave the serval's name, Elvis, and a few details about his history, but no contact information. He is one of the many servals at Carolina Tiger Rescue and needs help. To donate and adopt Elvis click here.