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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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