I woke up on a morning bright,
When sunlight brushed my tiny feet.
There she was, holding me tight,
With love so pure and roots so deep.
I leapt right off the cozy bed,
Stretched my paws from head to toe,
Calling her to get me fed—
You know, I’m a foodie, soft and slow.
Once my tummy was full and fair,
I stepped outside, my hunter’s call.
Chasing dreams through open air,
Till boredom made me munch grass tall.
I followed scents, the earth my guide,
Till confusion pulled me far from home.
Just when I turned with hope inside,
I was trapped—new neighbour’s dome.
I cried aloud with all my might,
But no one came to set me free.
So I ate what came within my sight,
And waited… patiently.
Two days passed, then evening came,
A click, a sound—the door swung wide.
I ran like fire, forgetting pain,
Till home embraced me from inside.
The night was still, the house asleep,
I went to where my heart belonged.
The door was shut—but with one leap,
It opened—and I found my mom.
I mewed softly; she woke with cheer,
Pulled me close in loving sight.
Safe again, held warm and near,
I thanked God for timing right.
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