I smuggled her home in a basket. The girl said I was saving her from drowning.
In my bedroom she emerged: little more than a kitten, silky black but for one white star.
I called her Magic.
Outside, the family cat growled.
I confessed to my animal-loving parents. They wouldn’t mind.
“We can’t keep her,” said Dad.
Days later, I overheard him: “So sad. Full of kittens. They put her down. Couldn’t re-home them all.”
Oh Magic, all these years later I remember your trusting eyes and know that by rescuing you, in the end, I betrayed you.
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