Its been said that Austria has a sad history...
I was born in the street, so small and unseen,
At six months I became a mother, though very young and keen.
Three little ones came, each with just three paws,
But I kept them safe, and I nurtured their cause.
Burned by a hand that should have been kind,
Pelted with stones, beaten, cast from corners where I hid,
Called a “plague” and shunned, left to fend for myself,
I survived the pain, though fear gripped my heart like a vice.
Taken in, healed, and slowly I learned,
To trust gentle hands, though the world still burned.
I stay inside, the outside feels cruel,
But I comfort the lost, the weak, the misused.
Puppies, kittens, bunnies, and hedgehogs in need,
I give warmth and my heart, without thought or greed.
Watching my human with cards in her hand,
I wanted to join, to lend my own brand.
A deck of my own, paw-picked and true,
I speak with the cards, letting messages through.
I surf the web, read books, watch the screen,
Sit beside my human, where love is seen.
From hardship to hope, I have chosen my part,
A tricolor guardian with a healer’s heart.
My gaze may seem stern, my eyes harsh and wise,
But my touch is soft, my meows full of sighs.
Now I share my life, my photos, my "art",
Voluntarily giving what flows from my heart.
No force, no demand, just a voice to be heard,
In my little blog, my soul finds its word...