On sunny days of August
I see my cat, my mysterious gift God sent to me,
basking in the sun,
on the compound wall.
A frail little shivering speck of life she was when she came,
left in the dangerous floods to survive on her own,
retrieved by my son and sitting on the palm of his hand
like a little flower-bud she came and when put down on the floor
ran straight to me and hid her tiny head in my lap.
And from then on, she knew none of her own clan,
and everybody wondered if she knew
that she was not a human at all.
Thank you +tanya dimitrova for declaring that you posted this pic for me. I was touched to see how well we know each other
I see my cat, my mysterious gift God sent to me,
basking in the sun,
on the compound wall.
A frail little shivering speck of life she was when she came,
left in the dangerous floods to survive on her own,
retrieved by my son and sitting on the palm of his hand
like a little flower-bud she came and when put down on the floor
ran straight to me and hid her tiny head in my lap.
And from then on, she knew none of her own clan,
and everybody wondered if she knew
that she was not a human at all.
Thank you +tanya dimitrova for declaring that you posted this pic for me. I was touched to see how well we know each other
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