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From the distance they could see the light.
Flickers, shinning in the still of the night.
In front all they could see was darkness,
a blackness that took over the forest.

They had been traveling for many hours.
Hungry, tired, hurting from the many days
on the road they thought each day they 
would reach the place they had heard about.

Exhaustion took over they fell into a deep sleep.
Morning came way to quickly their bellies growling
from hunger, their mouths dry sore from not 
having much needed water it did not look good.

Than in the distance they heard rustling in the
brushes away off a voice calling out are you there?
The huddled together staying ever so quiet because
they knew what this kind was capable of doing to them.

Again the soft gentle voice calls out to them is there
anyone there? please follow my voice and I will take
you to a place where you will never want for anything.
They took a chance and followed the voice carefully.

At the end of the road there was a house with lights.
It was small but it was beckoning them to come on.
The voice said go ahead it is okay for you are at the
house of The Keeper she will keep you from harm.

So they went ever so carefully one step at a time.
Meowing quietly, the door opens and they run away.
Shhhh she said it is okay now I won't hurt you I promise.

So she sat on the porch steps for hours waiting patiently
for them to come out from their hiding place so she could
feed them, bandage their wounds and bathe them.
Finally they came inching closer and closer to the food.

She sat quietly watching them gobble down the food so
fast they choked, drinking water like it was a precious
jewel they had just discovered for the first time.
When they finished they allowed her to pick them up.

Holding them close to her heart wrapped in a warm blanket.
She whispered in their ears that they will be loved, feed, 
no more harm will come to them if they would just trust her.
Broken trust was something she was all to familiar with.

The kitties lay sleeping after eating, drinking their wounds 
bandaged, all bathed wrapped snug in their warm blankets.
Knowing their journey, pain, was over because they had 
followed the voice who lead them to house of The Keeper.
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