Look at this box full of lovable, little kittens.
Each one so small, so helpless.
Wanting love, wanting attention.
Wanting out of that cold, brown prison of a box.
But, there’s one that speaks to me.
One that gets my attention a little more.
Its little eyes, so round and ready to play.
Yet, there’s a sadness in them.
I look in those big round eyes
and catch a reflection of myself
staring in them.
This kitten has spent days
watching the other kittens get picked first.
It has spent days watching others find a home
in the arms of people eager to give them love.
No matter how cute it is,
no matter how loving it is, or how softly it purrs
It’s never enough to make someone snatch them
from that box.
This kitten knows about being the one never picked.
This kitten puts on a show with the biggest, dilated pupils
the world has ever seen.
Pretending to be in the mood to play,
when all it really wants to do is curl up
in a tiny, furry ball
and hide from the world in hopeless disappointment.
Because it knows when the sun rises,
it will have to face another day
of watching the other kittens
get what it so desperately wishes to have..
To be loved.
To be nurtured and shown
that its life was not destined to be lived
in that cold, brown cardboard box.
I watch this kitten reach for me
with its tiny, almost like cotton paws,
playing with the heart necklace dangling from my neck.
And I smile at it, scratching underneath its little chin
Yeah I want that, too…
a heart that I can call home.
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