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This Little Kitten
By Melanie

Done once shunned,
This little kitten --
Scrawny, sick and spiritless --
Never to frolic,
Never to play.

As he listlessly, lonesomely,
Eats the leftover, dry food,
He wonders who this is,
Who has arrived.

Who is this stranger?

Why has she come?

But then he knows.
And then he purrs,
For the first time to a stranger --
no longer a stranger.

Inaudible meows,
Compliment his gaping mouth,
As he runs with the other cats and kittens,
To their caretaker.
A caretaker who does indeed care.

But he is gone now.
I don't know where.

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