Stray
by 
Jojovits1
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Posted: Tuesday, November 26, 2019 Word Count: 54 Summary: Ok, this is smaltz but my boy gave me inspiration (albeit badly written). My cat was a rescue. He had sores and hardly any teeth. He was a sorry sight. Four years on he's still a poorly sod! I remember when we went to meet him, I expected a bedraggled little ginger heap but we walked through the door and he was sitting upright, eyes bright, looking so hopeful. I fell in love at that moment and even though he is a vetinary money pit, I have not fallen out of it yet. |
From the
pictures
I expected
a sad old lad.
Scabbed
worn and
tired.
From the
pictures
I expected
tail and teeth
gone,
shaved
or matted.
From the
pictures
I did not
expect hope,
excitement
in your
tired eyes.
From the
pictures
I couldn't guess
the love
you'd bring
from your world
to mine.
pictures
I expected
a sad old lad.
Scabbed
worn and
tired.
From the
pictures
I expected
tail and teeth
gone,
shaved
or matted.
From the
pictures
I did not
expect hope,
excitement
in your
tired eyes.
From the
pictures
I couldn't guess
the love
you'd bring
from your world
to mine.