A COUNTRY-WESTERN SONG
Winter Prompt #21
He came through the night,
runnin’ all alone.
All he’d had to eat
was a thrown-out chicken bone.
This old cat has seen a lot of years
From the night I saw him first—
A streak of white across the drive,
Just fur and bones, but real alive,
All hunger, fight and thirst.
We trapped and took him to the vet
We thought we’d set him free
When he was fixed and had his shots,
But it turned out he liked us lots—
My good old man and me.
So now he’s sleeping on the chair
All full of fish and cream.
It goes to show that any stray
Just needs a hand along the way
To realize his dream.
Refrain, fading. . . .