Thoughts Of A Feral


I sit beneath the bushes
as she fills my dish each day,
I only venture out
to eat when she has gone away,

I know it will upset her
when I turn away and hide,
As every day she tries her best
to get me by her side.

I wish that I could let her know
that I don't want to run,
And hope that she will understand
it's nothing that she's done.

I'd like to have her stroke me
and pat my weary head,
But fear will overcome
and I'll run and hide instead.

I say to all the kindly people
who feed the strays each day,
"I pray the Lord will care for them
as they have cared for me"

Just Thoughts Of A Feral

by Annette Easdon
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Dedicated to all the kind and caring people
who give the lonely ferals
a little care,
a little love,
and a little hope.

this was sent to me by a friend
My heartfelt thanks go to the author
for these words
so well said
Please help save just ONE


**KC**