City Cats, Beach Cats, Lost Felines in our Midst
John Harrington, Angel to abandoned cats
This poem describes the true good works of an unusually kind and feeling man who goes to wonderful lengths in his efforts to save forlorn cats abandoned, left behind; forgotten who live in the shadow of our lives....(Spoken as if in a feline first person)
I watch from my shelter of dune and rock
Hidden from view, my presence is blocked
I've known the touch of an unkind hand
From which I run through the hot, hard sand
How I came here and when is a faded memory
How I came here and why found in long ago reverie
A woman I once knew took me roughly by my fur
Pushed me into a cage, not hearing my purr
As I hoped she'd reach out with a comforting touch
But it never ever came...was I asking too much?
Sounds and sight whirred by; I felt as if flying
I heard no "goodbyes," there was no mournful crying
My cage was roughly jostled from the passenger side floor
My cage was thrown opened as I was pushed out the door
I stopped there, stunned, and looked back at my "friend"
She shooed me away, saying "This is the end...
I'm tired of cleaning and caring and such
Good riddance to you, I've given too much..."
Days, weeks, and months have come and gone
And here I remain, dirty and alone
Abandoned by my, once upon a time, family
Left to fend for myself; how can this be?
I see you approach, shrouded in mist and dawn light
I so want to meet you, but I turn away with fright
And wait for the sunset and another long night
But, this time is different
But, this time I find
That this one is patient
Yes, this man seems kind
I step from the shadows and wait for a cue
Might I finally feel tenderness again
Will this relief come from you?
Slowly, with purpose, you speak soft and low
Cautiously, with weariness, I will not turn and go
Away from the promise of another chance. and then
Towards the life saving contact of an exceptional man
You stand there to meet me half way, I can see
You do not insist; you're waiting for me
I've made up my mind, this time, it's for real
To surrender myself to a heart that will heal
You reach out to me, I crane my neck to nudge
In your hands is my fate; you're my jury and judge
A more compassionate court, I shall not know
For, few share the love that, from you, seems to flow
Off, off to a new life, a safe and secure place
Looking up into the soft smile of a kindly, strong face
You are my angel, my hero, my saving grace
A heart that is open, a benevolent soul
With you, I thankfully, will allow myself to go.
To you, John Harrington, this poem is in earnest
A man among men; empathy that is honest
You "feel their pain," and do what you must
To change a cold world to one that is just
For beautiful cats who come into your life
Removing all pain, all fear; all strife
I thank you from the very most sincere part of my soul
I wish the world held more like you....
We work towards this goal...
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