She originally hid,
It took two days before she would wander
Beyond a food dish.
When I left for the mailbox
For the first time,
She peaked out from the bedroom door,
Without a movement.
weeks later,
She made it to the kitchen entrance.
the inches between the kitchen doorway,
And the front door
Were conquered
With ever increasing speed,
And the day has now passed
In which she entered the wild world
Of my porch.
With a weighted assistive device,
There was no speed,
To coral her.
Only my voice,
And my panic.
When my panic was enough,
I collapsed,
Feeling her heart,
As panicked as mine,
As she clung to me,
For hours.
It’s impossible to be angry.
SickyBeat 