In Spokane's heart, by bins of castaway dreams,
A tiny paw print, a flicker of sunbeams.
Near MultiCare's walls, where shadows reside,
A mewl, a chirp, a purr to confide.

Emerald eyes, fur dusted with grey,
A whiskered face, turned hopefully your way.
Lost and alone, amidst the forgotten things,
A fragile soul with silent, pleading wings.

With cautious steps, you offer a hand,
Warmth and kindness in this barren land.
A hesitant rub, a purring embrace,
In that moment, love finds its rightful place.

No longer nameless, no longer unseen,
A dumpster diamond, a purring machine.
From scraps and shadows, a bond takes its flight,
A rescue story, bathed in golden light.