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To A Homeless Cat
By Tam Nesbit
Who
was there when you died, pretty one?
Who
was there when you left this place?
Who
was there to say goodbye, pretty one?
Who
was there to rain tears on your face?
Were
you hurt and in pain, pretty one?
Were
you hungry and cold and alone?
Were
you sick and afraid, pretty one?
Were
you just too tired to go on?
Somebody
loves you, pretty one,
Though
you may not have seen her this time.
Someone
will hold you, pretty one,
When
your trials in this life are behind.
Head
straight for the Bridge, pretty one.
Run
swift, and run straight and you'll see.
There
is food, there is sun, pretty one.
There
is nothing and no one to fear.
And
there's also, for you, my pretty one,
The
love that you never felt here.
They
are waiting for you, my pretty one.
And
I'll follow, to hold you, my dear.
Go
to sleep, pretty one, and forget.
Forget
the horrible life humankind has dealt you.
And
awake to renewal, and contentment, and joy.
Stretch
in the sun, pretty one!
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