Unspoken

I see questions in the eyes of the stray puppies and cat I feed, as we pack our stuff to move to another city.

They refuse to eat, and keep moving around our feet.

I see them following the car, as we finally lock the house, pat their heads and leave.

“Who will care for us?”

I’m not sure, but the unspoken questions keep floating in my mind for a long time.

 

In other words, questioning at Patricia’s Place


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