At first I didn’t see you Sam
lying there under the wagon laden with flowers
you looked very dirty, matted
I thought you could be dead
Stopped in my tracks
I spoke to you but you didn’t respond
you just laid there with your eyes closed
the noise of the fans
overwhelmed my voice
or maybe you were deaf to everything
or maybe just too tired to respond
and on my way back you were still there and you hadn’t moved
you looked dried up
but it may have just been the way
your hair was all clumped
I did ask about you and found out your name Sam and was told there were a couple of more around just like you
It looked like an ok place so I hope there was food and water for you and the others tonight
It is just that I am thinking about you Sam and wishing in a perfect world you could be here, sleeping in a cooler place and maybe cleaned up and taken care of a little better
But then again, you might be very happy there
what I think
You are free to roam and find your own way
I just hope they are feeding you and the water is fresh…..
Your poor matted clumps of hair, Persian Sam.
One response to “Under The Wagon”
My mother had a Persian that might just have been a match for Sam.
His name was Wally.
He was a show cat.
But that was many years ago when they used to have a show….