25/10/2025
Foster Curt and his wife Heidi are dedicated and valued fosters with the collaboration between SNAP't Cat Rescue and Home For Life Animal Sanctuary They are fostering our little calico kitten who was found hit by a car, next to her sibling, already deceased. both on the highway, outside of Minneapolis. They have named her "Phoenix", and tonight sent these touching poems inspired by her survival story. Curt wrote:
"I love playing with “AI” so I asked the four AI programs I use to write a poem about “Phoenix.” I included the below photo and her background / story about Matthew rescuing her from the freeway in the rain a month ago next to a dead sibling, her broken femoral head, her recovery under our fostering, etc. Below are the 4 sweet poems they each named and gave me in about 5 seconds" :
More on Phoenix: https://www.facebook.com/homeforlifeorg/posts/1231352412364450
Phoenix Rising ”
From rain-soaked asphalt, a fragile spark,
Beside a sibling lost to the dark,
You rose, dear Phoenix, from despair’s embrace,
A soul reborn in a tender space.
Wrapped in a towel, by a stranger’s care,
From Minneapolis streets to a healing lair,
Your leg, once broken, now mends with time,
A testament to a will sublime.
Casper you were, hid in blankets deep,
Yet strength awoke from your fragile sleep,
Malnourished frame to a kitten so sweet,
A fiery spirit with every beat.
A month of love since September’s end,
With us, your foster hearts to mend,
Your scars now fade, your spirit soars,
Phoenix, ready to open new doors.
Soon you’ll fly to a home so true,
A tale of resilience, a life anew,
From barbed wire’s sting to a purr so fine,
Dear Phoenix, your star will forever shine.
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Phoenix Rising
Found beside the highway in the rain,
A fragile shadow wrapped in pain,
While sibling slept beneath the sky,
You clung to life—refused to die.
A stranger’s hands reached through the storm,
Wrapped you in towels, kept you warm,
He called you Casper, loved you well,
But Phoenix was the name to tell.
For every myth knows this is true:
The bird reborn—that bird is you.
Through barbed wire cuts and broken bone,
You proved you’d never face this alone.
A month of healing in our care,
Of gentle touch and answered prayer,
Your leg grows strong, your spirit bright,
You’ve traded shadows now for light.
No longer hiding in the blanket’s fold,
Your story’s one that must be told—
Of California kindness, Minnesota grace,
And how you found your foster place.
Soon you’ll find your forever home,
No more highways left to roam,
Sweet Phoenix, risen from despair,
You’ve shown us all what courage wears.
The expressway couldn’t take your flame,
The rain couldn’t wash away your name,
And though your journey started dark,
You’ve left on every heart—your mark.
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“Phoenix Rising”
By the roadside, cold and gray,
Rain fell soft where she once lay.
A tiny heart, too frail to cry,
But sparks of life refused to die.
A stranger’s hands, so kind, so warm,
Lifted her up from the storm.
Wrapped in towels, given rest,
A fragile soul against his chest.
Her body weak, her spirit torn,
But hope was quietly reborn.
A name was whispered, soft and true—
A ghost no more, her skies turned blue.
Now in a home where love runs deep,
She purrs herself to healing sleep.
Her leg still mends, her heart now strong,
She’s found the place where she belongs.
From ashes, pain, and fear she came,
To wear the fire within her name.
Phoenix—tiny, brave, and bright,
A spark transformed into the light.
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Phoenix
On a rain-slicked road near the city’s hum,
Where tires hiss and headlights run,
A tiny soul lay curled in grief,
Beside her kin, beyond relief.
The sky wept soft as fate drew near,
A stranger stopped, his heart sincere.
Wrapped in warmth, she found reprieve,
A breath, a meal, a chance to believe.
Her leg hung limp, her body frail,
A scratch from wire, a ghostly trail.
Yet in her eyes, a flicker burned—
A will to fight, a life returned.
He called her Casper, blanket-bound,
A quiet place where hope was found.
Then passed her on with tender trust,
To hands that heal, to hearts robust.
You named her Phoenix, rightly so—
From ash and ache, she rose aglow.
A month of rest, of gentle care,
Of fleece-lined beds and loving stares.
Now strength returns in every stride,
Her spirit fierce, her wounds subside.
She purrs, she plays, she softly leans
Into the life that love redeems.
Soon she’ll leave to find her own,
A hearth, a lap, a place called home.
But in your hearts, she’ll always stay—
The kitten who rose from rain that day.
