by Guila Manchester
A battle scarred
Old alley cat,
So weary
And so thin,
His home a hole
In the ground
You found
And took him in.
You sheltered him,
You gave him food,
You healed
His running sore.
You gave him love,
You gave him care,
You gave him
Something more.
You gave him time
Spent just with you
Along
With tender care.
Afraid to trust,
He trusted you;
He knew
That help was there.
You took
A sick old alley cat
Left on
Life's discarded shelf,
And gave
The greatest gift of all.
You gave him
Of yourself.
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