Nalla
A parking lot,
Christmas rush,
Coldest temps and
Coal black slush,
She’s left alone.
Baby kitten,
Eyes still shut,
Boys want to use
Her little butt
And let her moan.
Found in time
By a loving soul
Who knew a place
To make her whole
And so rescued her.
She has grown,
And she has healed.
A whole family’s
Hearts appealed
To hear her purr.
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