How long did I spend scuffed, without
a future morsel? It is
beyond me. Then came the
grimy cage and the
deathly smell I
wished not to
become.
Hands.
kind, warm,
whisked me up
and flew me to
a safe place that was
not mine. Caring beings
homed me but found me ill.
I returned til I came home, loved.
(Prompt by me)
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