She looked weary and worn
Her stomach bloated
Having just given birth
She lay in the rock garden
Over summer-roasted stones
I sat down at the glass doors
And slowly opened them
So to not give her a fright
I cooed and called out to her
Cautiously she heeded my voice
And doubtingly made her way t’wards me
Two slices of bologna I tore
And fed to her piece by piece
She glanced up at me
With her big, green eyes
Every time she came near to take a bite
So afraid was she
Yet through all her fear
Through all her doubt
She remained graceful
She was of lowly status
Perchance this was her biggest meal
The most food she had ever known!
Four slices of bologna
Two small fish and some cheese
A shallow cup full of cold water, too
In all her lowliness
In all her lack of glory
She held her head high, gracefully
She moved with the flow of honor
And dignity; I called her into my home
But she wouldn’t dare put her paws on my floor!
She looked at my floor, then she looked at herself
And thought herself not worthy to step inside!
But still, she held her head high!
Grace and dignity clothed her
From the tip of her tail to her paws
Her big green eyes so beautiful
She ate until she could eat no more!
Her kittens called to her from behind the fountain
Her face so small, expressed so much gratitude!
The cat did not think herself of great stature
She did not see herself to be of so much worth
But she knew grace and dignity
But she knew gratitude
Oh all the people who ought to be like this cat...
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