When I first met Bernadette
she was chasing a fledgling down cobbled streets
I saw the frantic look on her face
her icy blue eyes of concern
so I helped her to corner the poor creature
I lifted it up and put it gently in her hands
she smiled at me and said thank you
I replied that I help any creature I can
I had just bought some shoes
so I gave her the box they came in
told her to hide him safe in it
with tissue papers as a bed she put it within
from that day to now, we have become good friends
two lovers of life and caring
and for that I call Bernadette my sister
for she shines with beautiful angelic light
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
When I first met Bernadette
she was chasing a fledgling down cobbled streets
I saw the frantic look on her face
her icy blue eyes of concern
so I helped her to corner the poor creature
I lifted it up and put it gently in her hands
she smiled at me and said thank you
I replied that I help any creature I can
I had just bought some shoes
so I gave her the box they came in
told her to hide him safe in it
with tissue papers as a bed she put it within
from that day to now, we have become good friends
two lovers of life and caring
and for that I call Bernadette my sister
for she shines with beautiful angelic light
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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