by Guila Manchester
Throughout our lives of nights and days
Our thoughts move out upon the ways
Of space or time - what'er there be
That flows into eternity.
I feel the hurt you can't avoid
Each time a cat must be destroyed
God's suffering creatures hurt me, too;
So very little I can do.
Sometimes I hate this thing called "man"
I'm glad there's you to understand
For all his cruelty and greed;
So great their suffering and their need.
The burden's ours because we care.
It helps a little bit to share.
Like hands that clasp in friendship tight,
My thoughts and yours join in the night.
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