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Monday 21 March 2016

Rheanna's ballad

Min

At the window Min waited,

Feeling a little deflated.

Down the glass falls rain,

Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter,

Melting away Mins pain.


Thrown outside by the scruff,

Min knew life was going to get tough.

Beaten and whacked with a stick,

Beaten, beaten, beaten,

For making one of the kids sick.


Walking down the street,

Who shall Min meet ?

Another cat who picks a fight,

Scratching, scratching, scratching,

The fight goes right through the night.


Through the forest she is chased,

Away from the town she was based.

Over the logs and under the trees,

Running, running, running,

From which the other cat she flees.


She limps up to the Baker's door,

Her life will change forever more.

Bella comes out with a rug,

Stroking, stroking, stroking,

She brings Min inside and gives her a hug.


Bella tends to all Mins wounds,

Min will stay there for many a moons.

Being patted and stroked by Lily and Dad,

Purring, purring, purring,

Who knew that something so good could come from something so bad.



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