Maggie

Maggie-Cat hobbles,
One leg broken long ago.
But that was before.
Before she poked into our lives,
A small gray whisp,
Tiny, with big eyes.
A thin thing.
When she came in from the cold,
From the dogs and the snow.
In from the trash bins,
The Life-Fights,
The Street-Death.
Into our home,
To rest, sleep, eat well.
She came in without asking,
The door being open,
And refused to leave.
Who can blame her?