’…he knows a lot about those animals … He feeds them when it gets super cold and it’s hard for them to find food. He remembers individual animals and said that many of them move on when season changes…’

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we know where there’s a human friend, who always brings us food

we’ve learned to wait here patient - stand in line, n not be rude

(there used to be another, but she left us long ago)

we rally ‘round this human, n our names he seems to know…

n even though we wear our masks, he Always knows ‘who’s Who’

he really seems to like us, more than other humans do

a mystery this ‘whisperer’ - an Angel here, he seems

Seasons change, n we’ll move on

n see him

in our dreams…

n someday, if we’re lucky, blessed with babies of our own

we’ll go back to find our Angel, to the place we’ve always known

n maybe he’ll be sharing food, the way he used to do

for now, it’s wishful thinking

because humans

move on, too….

❤️