My earliest memory is dark
Feeling around
Smelling for the slightest trace
Of home
But there was none
Only dirt
Rotten food
And plastic
Suddenly it was harder to breathe
What was left of the air slowly dissipating
As I gasped desperately
Trying to call for help
Then I felt air
Rush into my lungs
A bright light
And loud voices
Mom! Look!
A noise I could not understand
Honey get out of the trash
Just a bit of warmth
But it's a kitten!
I snuggled deeper
It looks like it's just barely alive...
I was hungry. I tried crying out.
See mom! It's still alive! Can't we at least help it?
I cried again.
Oh... there's a vet right up the street. We can try.
