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Feb 2021
The morning was so clear and bright
Oh it was such a beautiful sight
The air was brisk and pure
Sound could travel at least a mile for sure
A noise fell on these deaf ears of mine
It was so hard to define
A bird or cat I did not know
So away I did go searching high and low
I followed each sound
Until I found
To my amaze, two small little ***** of fur
Hidden in a hollow, under a rock, calling in fear
Abandoned and scared
Calling for help, it appeared
In sympathy, I held them close
Their lament was for their mother who felt no morose, then said Adiรณs

So away I went
On two important tasks I was sent
One hour, two hours my heart did ponder
On two little bundles of fur
Did their mother hear their pleas?
As I drew nearer, I was not pleased
To hear their tiny voices
Shouting (Rending the air) for a mother who had made her choices
To never return to them
Even though they were such a gem

So I gathered them up, one light brown and grey, the other black
I would never look back
I raced to the store
Hoping to score
I found some milk
It was supposed to be smoother than silk

I brought them home for all to see
And what should come to be?
First one then the other
Everyone acted like they were these tiny kitten's mother.

But harsh is this world in which we live
First the brown and grey did take leave
Falling asleep in eternal bliss
Oh how comforting is death's kiss

The black kitty we nicknamed "The Fighter"
Oh how he loved to meander
Calling for his sister
Finally getting used to a fake Mother

The nights were cold
He'd snuggle under the blanket fold
Life is full of twists and turns
He must have felt concerns
That he was left all alone
To take on the unknown

He must have felt the need to return
To seek the caress of God's hand he did yearn
So with gentle yet breaking heart
I held him close as he took start
On a journey back he did depart
Oh how my heart did ache
For one so tender and meek
He showed me how to look at life
To Never give up in a world of strife
Always fight till you've given it your all
That is why we are to walk tall
For we all took part in the creation,
Of the Plan of Salvation

So I laid him down to rest
Next to his sister, it was for the best
Now in the arms of a loving Father
He will have to travel no farther.
He came for a moment for all to see
But now he rests upon God's gentle knee.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
May 2018
Jason Cheney
Written by
Jason Cheney  52/M/Chubbuck, Idaho
(52/M/Chubbuck, Idaho)   
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