Arlene Corwin Poetry

       Rescued Cat

(To Veronica, his rescuer)

This very eve

A cat retrieved

From execution –

(Known as ‘putting it to sleep’

In worlds polite.)

I am relieved.

Others too –

Others who were grieved

At contemplating Mickey’s plight.

(We’ve named him Mickey.

It seems right.)

Every living thing loves life.

Who’d take the life of such a creature?

Harmless, causing not one other creature

Strife? Well, mice of course:

A course he takes out in the wood,

Hunting out there as he should.

Saved by the bell.

Saved from the hell of being killed

By skilled hands, skilled injections:

“Put to sleep” a healthy, pretty cat rejected.

Time to cheer.

A darling, eager friend

Consulting friends,

And friends of friends

Until she reached the blessèd end

Of finding little Mick a home.

^{Cat Rescued 2.15.2017}

^{Cat Book II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}