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She is frost-bitten newborn kitten
Left out in the cold
Mother rescued, but euthanized
‘Cause she was just “a little too old”
These violent mishappenings occur
Will she be found, drowned, sold?
Will we let her die out if the cold?
She is the swift foxes prey
Dear God, please let us pray
Lost kitten, be warm tonight
Lost kitten, sense the danger
and know when to take flight
She has become feral and the man does not understand her
Will she ever know how it feels to purr?
Counting down, 9 lives
8, 7, 6
A narrow escape on the highway
A miracle occurs in the cold light of day
Coaxed tenderly by a gentle soul
Now she lives in the warm barn and sleeps with the foal
Her name is Cleo
I believe in gentle souls
They help me sleep at night
I cannot save this world alone
I am too weak to fight
I am Cleo
But God, please tell me
When I look into the headlights
Will it save me
or will it end me?
And will there ever be a warm place waiting for me?
“Cradle me in your arms
I won’t bite you if I know I am safe from harm.”
Someday, I will adopt Cleo’s one-eyed brother
I’ll stroke him softly as he purrs to sleep,
I will be his mother
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