Gen Dave's Friend Poem by Mill Field

Mini was skinny, some said thin,
Whose mother left her by the bin;
For days she kept well out of sight
And only ventured forth at night -
When owls sweep down on silent wings
And no-one sees those fearful things.

Dave wasn't rough, he wasn't rude,
He let her share his plate of food;
He showed her places in the sun,
Where washing lay by hands far flung;
How mats are dragged from neath the stair
To easier view the things out there;
He taught her how to yowl and cry
And that's the part which makes me sigh!

But now in bliss they both lie curled
Their tails in tandem neatly furled.