By Lillis Lish
We found you one day looking at the pound,
Your sad face called to us, begging for some love.
Sadly, we walked on by not sure how we feel.
Looking further, your sad, lonely face formed
Images in our mind.
We passed you again for a second look, your face still lingers
As we discussed you.
She wanted a cat, I could not get your image out of my mind.
Finally, we asked to meet you, to pet you.
You growled at us, refusing to come near us.
We were about to walk away when you came to us.
Wanting love, wanting a forever home.
You had been beaten, abused, left to starve.
You were afraid, we let you decide.
We took you home.
What a funny guy you are now, floppy ears and all.
You prance around, dancing like a circus clown.
About The Author
Ms. Lish has had several poems published in anthologies. She has two grown children, both married. She works in the healthcare field when she is not writing. She resides in Seattle, Washington with one very feisty, well-loved cat. This is her first novel. If you would like to reach her, please email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.