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MAYBE
Some cruel character throws a
kitten sack
of bones
in a canal
no survival concern.
A kinder soul scoops up
limp bit of life,
carries to a vet
dedicated staff feed
tiny amounts
drip by drip.
Twice this bantam body
succumbs to malnourishment
and dies.
Revived by skilled efforts.
Chance for survival slim
naming it 'Maybe'.
Palm-full
of tiny parts
held together by
the least amount of flesh
it can wear
and live.
Green bead eyes shine
beseeching me.
I succumb by adopting.
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