Traumatised, terrified, hiding from view,
Shrinking back, expecting attack, poor you.
Treated with kindness, patience and respect,
Now look at you.
Out in the open, stretching out, relaxed,
Watching the birds and television too,
Nudging for food and a lie on my lap,
It's a rehomed cat's world, no looking back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have a feeling I should have read this one before 'Bad Habits' - either way, this cat has found the sanctuary and security it deserves...striking contrasts of the then and now hold the reader's attention in this tightly woven tale. I'm glad you found one another. j x