A Cat's Story--a poem

We adopted a kitten,
found under a car,
parked at a church,
that wasn't to far.

from our home.

The poor little thing,
was all wet and cold,
alone and so sad,
with no hopes to hold,

up it's spirit.

With some warmth and some food,
and a cage of her own,
her eyes became brightened,
no longer alone,

in her life.

When she stuck out her paw,
through the wire cage door,
we were instantly smitten,
she was ours evermore,

to purr with.

That kitten, now Hallie,
has grown up so sweet,
a part of our household,
the first one to greet,

at our door.

She does have a language,
and thinks she can say,
just how things have been,
all during her day,

just lazing around.

We keep her inside,
to protect all the birds,
so she hunts from the window,
with grunts and cat grrrs,

a predator deterred.

I wonder if this foundling cat,
found underneath a car,
thinks life is always just like that,
to have to come so far,

from deep sadness.