A night to remember for M' lady Poppy

Story poem

A night to remember.

 

 The sudden silence frightens me

I am at home I live alone.

Concentrating intently

I think I hear a muffled moan.

 

I know there’s no one here but me

Because I choose to live on my own.

There is no one, there could not be

Again I hear a muffled moan.

 

I have no electricity.

I  use candles  when the day is done

Which satisfies me normally.

Though not when I can hear a moan.

 

I’m absolutely petrified

more scared than I have ever known.

I do not know what lurks outside.

I hear another softer moan.

 

I won’t surrender to my fear.

I’ve always managed on my own

I strain my ears but cannot hear

 the sound of that despairing moan.

 

I throw the front door open wide

The sight would melt a heart of stone.

A wounded cat lies just outside.

It lacks sufficient strength to moan.

 

Caught in a snare apparently

From which it can’t escape alone.

I free the wire carefully.

The poor thing has good cause to moan.

 

No other sign of injury

 bar for a leg cut to the bone.

I clean and dress it carefully.

Its trial purr becomes a moan.

 

Now it is sleeping peacefully

 I have done all that could be done.

I’ll have to nurse it carefully

until the wound heals on its own.

 

It made a good recovery.

 Though I no longer live alone

It seems it has adopted me

 I have a cat to call my own.

 

Monday, 14 June 2010

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