She is mystical and magical of living things.
She came from heaven but has no wings.
When I found her she was thin and frail.
With dark brown face, paws and tail.
Small with long hair she looked so sweet.
Like a beautiful powder puff on feet.
To win her trust was a great endeavor.
In return I have her love forever.
In time she let me pet her fur.
In time I taught her how to purr.
That little kitten once so wild.
Now sleeps in my arms like a child.
Her pretty blue eyes once full of fear.
Now look up with love when I am near.
She gets in moods and needs her space.
Later she will purr and lick my face.
She has filled my life with love and pleasure
The Siamese feral who became my treasure.
~Kathy Valle