Sally
the tracks,
a rough, loud place
there is an ALDI bag,
tied up
i am curious,
i hop the fence, i pick up the bag,
i'm a little scared,
the bag is now untied
a little black and white kitten
runs out into my arms,i cry, and take her home,
we call her Sally,
she is now safe,
and in a loving home
she is my cat , and i love her
she is my cat , Sally
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