Doubt lives in corners

between apricots and asters

and chipped china dishes

beneath old blankets

worn with time and

continued use

 

He’s timid, cautious

and just a bit weary

Starved for affection

yet longing to trust

a gentle hand

a soothing voice

 

And if he could speak,

if he could share his

tale of woe, living

in a world too cold,

he might say

Help me

 

His golden eyes

peering out from

this abandoned place

might find yours

and close in a

long, slow blink

 

Keep me safe

Tell me not to worry

Tell me it’s you

here to take me home

We’ll rescue each other

one day at a time

 

photo: mine

prompts: #ImgPrompt, #SeptemberFalls18, Lyric Ideas

 

Forgotten Felines – Westbrook, CT

National Humane Society