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Bruised

Kept hearing kittens scream,
Thought was a normal fight,
But heard a cat went crazy,
Loosing her kittens to a monster.

Saw a hurt kitten on my gate,
Tired with bruises on his back,
Limped his way to me in pain,
Offered him a piece of cake.

Shocked to see his grit to live
A poor little soft creature is he!
He felt very safe in my garage,
As he is not scared anymore!

Kavitha Patchamalai

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I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST