Cat With No Name
Homeless outside my door you stood.
With no name....Hungry and Afraid.
Your eyes pleading for a bite to eat.
A safe haven, a warm bed and a kind voice.
I saw your thin body, your tattered ears, and your scarred face.
A tribute to the life you had been forced to live.
Quietly I opened my door to let you in.
I fed you.
You accepted with dignity and grace.
As I stood there watching you eat....
I opened my heart and gave you a name.
It is "Mine Now".......
(c) author ~ Virginia Kresge Justiniano
