Pearl
Strolling along a country road in March
I saw a little kitten, bedraggled, all alone
It hesitated to come to me, back in an arch,
I took from my knapsack an old stale scone.
With a little coaxing it slowly crept toward
And soon I was petting it while it fed,
After a bit, I began to softly whisper a word
Then, it started cuddling into my lap bed.
That was sixteen years ago, Pearl arrived
To spend the rest of her days in my care,
I cannot fully express the joys I’ve derived
With Pearl snuggled against me in my chair.
I knew the day would come when she’d leave
I dreaded it, for we fared as simple mates,
So, today, as I sit here in my chair and grieve,
At the Rainbow Bridge, I know sweet Pearl awaits.
written March 1, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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