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.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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