Some people need money,
To make them feel at home.
But there's something in little Nala's eyes,
That doesnt make me feel so alone.
Bright orange furr like a sunsets,
Such warm welcomes in her grass- green eyes.
She's chubby and cute and adventurous,
Without the flaws of hatred, mis-used skill, and lies.
She dont care what I wear, what I look like or what they think,
As long as I keep her safe and warm from those cold city streets.
Some people choose their pet or so they believe,
But I didn't choose Nala.
She Chose Me. <3
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