THE COLD WIND BLOWS
a poem by Lilian C. Gillard
Around my body the cold wind blows
and I curl into a ball.
I dream of a family and a place by the fire,
feeling loved, and fed, and warm.
When there's no food and my tummy is empty
I try so hard to be brave.
A gentle touch from a kindly soul
is all that I do crave.
If for just one day I could be your cat
I'd purr and love you no end.
I'd sit by your feet and tickle your toes
and promise to be your best friend.
A family cat so warm and cosy
looks out into the night,
he purrs, content with his good life
not a care for the strays and their plight.
"Who'll care for me when winter comes"
`neath a bush is heard a cry.
"Will nobody take me home with them,
is my future just to die?"
