There in the snow a mewing
a tiny kitten stood,
with one raised paw and shivering,
like only a kitten could!
Now, who can resist a kitten
faced with such distress!
I lifted him from the snow,
and cuddled him to my chest.
I carried him to my cottage,
and gave him fresh warm milk,
and made a basket by the fire,
for this homeless little whelp.
My God, you would have thought
he had a lawnmower in his chest,
the way he purred, and purred, and purred,
like he'd found Heaven at last!
I still have the kitten,
only he's not little now!
He still stays by the fireplace,
but his mew has changed to meow!
Ron Cole
February 2008
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