A cat in my laundry room,
As stray as can be.
No one wants him alive,
Life is difficult for a stray
Especially when fair weather goes away.
A poisoner of cats turns up in Winter
And wishes the strays away.
This stray has been a survivor,
Surviving two tough years in the wild.
Feral he is not,
He loves to be with humans
Though timid, he has a lot of love to give
Two days ago, this evening
I found him shivering
Brought him to my laundry room
Wishing the poisoner had spared him.
Two whole days of waiting,
Finally he raised his head up today
And when I called his name,
His ears perked up and his tail was set a-wagging.
A tin of cat food was brought out
To try to tempt him to eat
Some of his erstwhile forbidden delicacies,
Were now freely available.
If only he would eat,
I waited in anticipation.
Until the first bite in his mouth he put,
And swallowed it whole.
There is no more satisfaction
Thank watching an animal
Sent back from God,
To restore one human’s faith
in God and man.