Who knew something so tiny could cry so loud? Her soft body pressed against my chest. Mewing her heart out. The helpless black and white kitten; searching for love, safety, a family. Her search is cut short 'cause we found her. Her fight to survive is no more.
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Poems Of The Feather Pen #Wattys2016
PoetryA collection of poems from the mind of me
