The butterfly is just out of reach. Running behind she can catch it if she hurries. It flutters off just as she about to get there. Dont give up, you can get it. Keep trying.
Then the of crash something falling wakes her from her dream. The stark reality setting in as she sees her surroundings where she bedded down for the night. In the alley behind the building on some old damp towels that were left behind. Her prized possession from a previous life with her. Her old kitten collar that has the tarnished pink rhinestones on it. With a tag that reads "Princess" Kinda funny now that she's all matted from living on the streets so long.
The big hand is back. Offering her some tidbits of food. She eyes him carefully as he stands hoping this time she will come out and take it from him. Having faith that one day she will put her trust in him and He will be able to care for her . He too will keep trying
