by Constance Porter
Oh, say can you see?
The homeless kitties
With no place to call home.
All day and night they roam
Dining at trash dumpsters,
Winter – Spring –Fall – Summers.
Living with illness and parasites.
Always running to hide
Watch out for that car.
No one to help, near or far,
Never safe, no place to rest.
They live their lives and
Do their best.
There’s no reprieve, this is their life,
Amongst the stress and strife.
We can make a difference,
By showing our presence,
With T-N-R* and adoptions
and many other caring acts.
*TNR stands for trap, neuter, release.
