A Laundry Kitten Sleeps
Lying in the oddest of places
A pile of clothes on tattered blankets
He finds solitude and peace -
On the boldly coloured fleece.
A twitched expression, almost fear
In dreams about what kitty’s ponder
He looks frightened, unawake -
on his laundry pile he quakes.
Bravery and stealth he owns
Yet not a bit of that does show
He quivers in a hiding place -
With terror on his furry face
What makes you shiver like the cold
Curled up among the folded sheets
I stopped the wash to hold that kitten -
Now so calm on fresh clean linens.
You’ll never return to where I found you
You’ll stay here warm atop my quilts
Still here where the towels are hung -
You’re not abandoned little one.
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[Now, in memory of my sweet kitten, Lazerus, who we lost on Friday February 24 2012 at 10:15am, he was very sick. I love you and miss you, Lalee. Please know you were not abandoned. I am always here and you can come back home to us any time you want. You're bowl is waiting.]
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