Another outstretched arm

Batted away

But oddly sincere

The trunk of an old car

Basking in the moonlight

The mystic knowledge of the youngest kitten

Helping the lost

Become accepted

She waits for the dawn

And watches the moonlight

Seeing past this grand illusion

We call life

Though she is young

She knows more than many others

Generous and observant

Awaiting the day