Winter

It was in the middle of winter cold and raining hard

My mother said, ” go on, go out and look for him”.

I stopped at every house and called his name

beseeching him

to come but alas no answer came. A week went by

and still no cat so my mother sick and hardly

able to walk went out on a blinding cold

day pouring with rain calling out his name.

Suddenly she saw him our

ragged ginger cat weeping for its foot was

clasped inside a trap, its foot nearly

torn off the bone. What sort of animal

could do that to another I thought. My

mother released his foot that hung

limp in her hand and in the pouring rain

she held him to her breast away from the horror

of suburbia and bought him home; I thought

how lucky I am to have her as my

friend.

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