The netted one that opened to the outside remained closed.
There she stood, blocking ones way
waiting one way or the other
And here I was, hoping
that she stays, but not too long.
She stood there all day
her body as if nearly paralyzed
I would steal a glance once in a while
But with the hope
that i show no compassion.
I left as per my usual routine
Still not bothering myself with her thoughts
And I came back
to find her still
sitting at the doorstep!
I stared at her for a long time
persuading her to make way
so that i could get in
She seemed adamant
She budged no muscle,
made no movement.
Until a friend arrived
and took her in his arms
The miracle that followed was hard to believe.
She responded to his tender affection
and moved every way to portray the same
It was then that i took notice
of her and her miseries.
Her eyes were hidden
by puffs of white puss
Her head was shaved off her fur,
exposed in the worst possible manner.
I felt no pity but love
and hope for a speedy recovery.
And that she did exhibit
when she gulped in sparse food and water
And jump she did, on the stairs
To partake the joy of convalescence
with a stranger, unseen and unheard...