And Then There's Ronaldo

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By Lunaria

And Then There's Ronaldo He came into the yard in the spring He was a skinny little thing Dark grey with white was he With eyes full of mystery He was afraid of people and me I fed him and let him be He was a hungry little cat And his fur was one big mat He wouldn't let me near He was so full of fear I fed him all summer long He acted like he did belong Finally one day I pet his head And then again as he was fed Eventually I gained his trust And then it was the end of August One time he came late.He was hurt One side of him was full of spit and dirt He wanted in to rest and heal He didn't care if he got a meal One whole day and into the night He slept. Oh, he was a sight He wouldn't drink, he wouldn't eat He could hardly stand upon his feet Morning came and he asked to go out He had business to be about I opened the door and said goodbye I thought he left to go and die I grieved so hard for that little cat I loved him and that was that Four days later he showed up to eat And he walked slow upon his feet He was thinner and hungry and he got fed And into my house he was led He was happy with Baraka and me to stay I am proud to say he's no longer a stray His fur now shines and he's gaining weight And I must say he's looking great We three are finally a family Ronaldo, Bakaka and me ©Copyright All Rights Reserved Sept 17, 2009 Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria

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