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Stray Thoughts
Rescuing a stray in need, but do we ever take the time to see it from their perspective?
Lonely miles of isolation and starvation lead to ill plated evenings gripping for moments of warmth.
Moseying down through countless numbers of hills containing grotesque filth, drossy dust, and ruff roughage.
A series of monotone, colorless, constructed facilities lie at what seemed to be an endless amount of high ground.
I skip, gallop, and trot playfully through promises, marking what is now mine on every corner.
I make my way through the pungent patch of grass, and all around the bend of the cement squares.
A tall trifling two-legged freezes in his tracks. I’m startled at the sudden stop and stare received from both sides.
As he moves closer, I face off against the initial thought of fight or flight.
It’s not until he crouches down with trusting eyes and a reassuring hand, that I remember to breathe.
I let fear depart and slump to the ground awaiting his kind-hearted touch.
The two-legged connected the tips of his fingers to the out skirts of my matted coat containing remnants of the hilltop.
He seemed unmoved and unafraid of my existence…
