Homeward Bound

She skitters, heart pounding.
Fear inside her deeply sounding.
She pauses, she waits, she tries to find peace.
Will not this pain and loneliness cease?

Then a soft voice, "Oh you poor little thing."
"Come here to me and make my heart sing."
Now she skitters and dances and plays.
She's safe in a home, where she'll always stay.

That is a great poem.

Beautiful!

Spotz

That poem is so touching.

Gorgeous!!

Cute poem! Did you come up with that yourself?

Yes, this is only my second poem. Would anyone like to see my first one?

Yes, this is only my second poem. Would anyone like to see my first one?

Very good poem!

Thank you all for your kind words, this is my very first poem:


Skulking through the bush,
Ears twitching back and forth,
Muscles coiled to spring the rush,
Body fluidity ready to morph.

Who really knows the way of the cat?
Warm and soft, furry and sly,
She puts out her paw ready to bat,
The shimmering, dancing butterfly.