Ode to Molly...

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I had put this together not realizing it could be used for today's entry, so it lacks having the poem or part of it in the actual photo; instead there you will find faint words from one of Bonnie's textures...I could have altered it more, but thought this would suffice for now;)

Molly was fearful when I adopted her

I wonder what was the cause of her trauma

At first she'd hide in the fireplace,

her coat, soot, with highlights of gold and auburn

She resembled Lauren Bacall

And had the tortie attitude to match

We bonded gradually as I brushed her;

declawed paws kneaded me but didn't scratch.


Birds and critters entertained her from outside

And while she slept she softly snored 

She liked to nestle on my hip as I lay on my side
until she was not sleepy or became bored

She had collected some balls and feathered toys
 under my bed for wee hour melee

I can still hear the faint bell she wore
I couldn't save her and she did not run away

We  were each other's gifts for awhile

she didn't go outside except to sun bathe

I'll never know just what happened;
would she return from her adventure unscathed?
I called for her and searched online, everywhere
My fault the door that day was ajar
After days away in the cold,
had fright of crashing branches sent her far?


Weeks later she was found 
just four doors down,  unable to walk 
She had suffered a stroke the veterinarian said 
and  was deliriously in shock
Her instinct to land on both feet was gone 
I wanted to take her home to heal
What a blessing to see each other again
Her grateful green eyes didn't see me,
but she knew I was there,
and purred tranquilly as I held her head 
in  prayer




by klr

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