As I called out to her - I could see. She was shy....she was timid...she was uncertain and unsure. She had no intention of being found. Not then. Not there.
In the tall grasses - she was invisible. In the shadows - she was safe. In the quiet- she could not be heard.
She inched towards me. Fearful...hesitant..trying to figure out if I was friend or I was foe.
Growing braver and braver..curious and curiouser. One slow step..and then another.
I held out my hand. I reached for her. I called out her name. I reassured..I promised:
'Here - kitty...kitty. It's okay. We're okay. The bright light is not nearly as scarey as it first appears.'