Tiger
My brother brought her home abused and defiled
We looked at her and I swear she smiled
Then we took some gauze and dressed her wounds
And little brother’s bottle and his baby spoons
We washed her gently to get rid of the smell
Five brothers nursed her until she got well
As the months went by she became healthy
She also became part of the family
She did not grow, so small she would stay
But our love grew for her everyday
She’d wait on the back of a chair like a little fool
And jump on the first boy coming in after school
She would purr gently with feline charms
And be passed around to each brother’s arms
We named her Tiger, dumb boys were we
We didn’t realize he was a she
She’s gone now, no more will I see
But she’ll live forever in my memory
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008
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