Cute little pebbles and unique leaves,
Such a delight on nature walks,
Some people pick the fallen twigs,
For unique rocks, many have a thing.
I happen to have a different pick,
Something different than rocks and twigs.
I pick the lonely living beings,
Like cute kittens and little pups.
Once I found a little mousey,
Such a frail little poisoned being.
I wrapped him in a pink hanky,
Held him as death came for him.
Then I found three little kittens,
Took them home, fed them milk,
Their mommy came & claimed them later,
Wish they stayed with me longer.
Later I found a scared little pup,
Fed him biscuits, took him home.
But, my Bruno got territorial.
So, I had to give him up.
Yet again, I found another pup,
Fed him cookies, carried him around.
I didn’t dare take him home,
Just left him warm, somewhere safe.
Here goes my walking archives,
No collection to show,
Just a few memories,
With lovely little beings.
In loving memory of, Jerry the mouse, Tom, Jacquen & Angel, the cats, Max & Blackie, the pups.
For NaPoWriMo Day 19, walking archives.