Sky

Robbie's father watched him from the kitchen window; the boy waved at the sky, then showed it his favorite toys - up to and including lifting the kitten up proudly (beaming). "What are you up to, Buddy?" he asked, moving through the door onto the back porch. "Well, Dad," Robbie replied, suddenly serious, "if anyone's up there, I want them to know that some of us are friendly and fun and we care!" "Aw, that's great, Honey," he responded, moving into the backyard to put his hands on Robbie's shoulders. "Well, and ... if they don't like us," the boy added quietly, "and they're not going to keep us, I just ... want them to take the kitty and make sure she's loved. Nothing here is her fault." And Robbie's dad felt a sudden lump form in his throat (the kind you get when you realize that you cannot protect all that is precious), and looked up to the sky himself as if to say, "This little one; save this little one. He is everything good and kind."