Dark as night
Eyes like the moon
Orbs of
Green or yellow
You follow
Throughout the centuries
You are there
In the footnotes of history
Sleek and graceful
As every feline
Yet you
Are given a bad reputation
For things
You haven’t done
Do you have a home
Do you belong
Where do you wander
In the shadows
In the night
You’re not unlucky
You don’t bring misfortune
You are not a beast
Of darkness
Nor witchcraft
If you have no home
I will give one freely
I welcome you
Gladly
Into mine
My open arms
And gentle hands
Will let you
Heal
And find rest
Beneath a roof
And beside a fire
You have a place in my heart
For you are not darkness
You are not
What history has made you
You are a living thing
That deserves the right
To live
As all things do
You are free
I envy you
About the Creator
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One of the best things we have is our imagination. In the words of Robin Williams; "You're only given one little spark of madness, you mustn't lose it.".
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Stuck in Place
Amy whistled as she walked through her front yard, looking for any sticks she could pick up and throw into the pile she and her brother were making. They had a big windstorm recently; as such, all the trees in their yard had suffered some damage in some loss of sticks. Or perhaps losing those sticks was a good thing since their trees probably needed to be pruned anyway. Amy wasn't sure.
By Rebecca Patton5 days ago in Fiction
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