Praised be
the gods in the heavens above,
For my
beloved,
Doomed to
die from birth complications
As feared
and believed for many a day now,
Is at last
freed of her prematurely-born babies and lives
Without
the interfering hand of human intervention,
I might
add.
Praised be
the gods in the heavens above,
For
another beloved of mine,
Doomed to
die from a prolonged illness-induced loss of appetite
As feared
and believed for many a day not too long ago,
Not only
recovered but thrives today
Without
the interfering hand of human intervention,
I might
add.
Perhaps
the gods too had cats of their own,
Seeing the
way they heard my prayers concerning mine.
