I sat outside, wind over my head
I sat alone, all filled with dread
A loss of friends, no one to talk
I've moved again, I seemed so blocked

A hollar from inside, an exited tone
I rushed right in, and was met by window
My sister called, "There is a cat!"
he was small and orange, how strange was that

My heart lit up, I rushed outside
I held a bowl, had nothing to hide
Once the cat saw, he ran away
But I saw him eating, late that day

Over two months, aside I watched
He munched on food, aware my call
A week from Christmas, I sat out back
His eyes relaxed, he sat, laid back

So I talked and chatted, all of my worries
Than told him things, that kept me down, hold me
"What I would welcome, to pet you once"
So he stood up, and walked up close.

He rubbed my leg, his fur short and soft
I could feel his muscles, underneath the downey
His eyes were green, warm and welcome
Form then on, we seemed unseperate

But as we know, good things will end
It's time to move, moving again
He never would stay, inside for long
So I knew he, could not come along

I gave him a kiss, his freckled nose
And somehow he, seemed to know
I stood to my feet, I had gone into the car
My heart screamed, and aching song
It said, "Pumpkin, I hope... it won't be long"

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