Hope

“Hey you, yeah, you, what you looking at”? Did you buy tickets”.  That was roared at me as I watched this fine gentleman try to dump a package.

At first, I thought it was just ordinary rubbish but he was being too protective of it then whatever it was, moved ever so slightly,I couldn’t move, I was rooted to the spot. He could roar and bellow all he liked but I wasn’t going anywhere, I couldn’t.

He looked at me with an evil grin and just dropped his bundle in the bin then with an ignorant shrug went on his way his errand done. I think I actually heard him whistle.

I rushed over and gently picked up this man’s rubbish
I unwrapped it, it was a beautiful little kitten snow-white, it’s colour being its only distinguishing mark a tiny scrap of a thing.

It wasn’t moving now, no sound emitting, I massaged it's little chest urging it on with every thing I had.  A tiny little rise, Yes, I can do this.

It slowly opened its eyes took deep racking breaths.   It's little body spasmed, then blessed relief, its breathing no longer laboured and then a most wondrous thing, like a baby’s first cry, a miaow. Barely audible
music to my ears then getting louder rising to a fantastic ear-busting, heartwarming crescendo.

I’ve kept it, it’s now my companion when it wants to be. I called her Hope, one man’s rubbish is now my treasure.