short silent conversations

at the bus stop 2day, it was sitting on a bench beside the stop. it was scared to jump down. it sniffed a little, peeped down and finally landed on the ground. it wasn't very healthy i wud say, looked thinner than healthy. though m not an expert at it, i could make out i was scared and looking for help. i was sitting under the shade at the stop. it approached me and tried to tell me something in its language. it said, "meeeyaaaw" i looked at it. i was shiverring a little. it was only the two of us at the stop. i knew i had to do something. i lent out my hand. it sniffed and licked it. i smiled. it felt secured. i gently rubbed by its neck and back. it liked to be pampered. i took my hand back and it instantly said a mew, and i continued pampering. we both were happy. i dont remember myself touching a cat on the road before. it was nice. after a while, i sat back. it settled near me. i was looking at the end of the road for trace of the bus. as i glanced back, the kitten was on the road trying to cross it. my heart sank. few vehicles gathered around. i ran to bring it back. got it on the side and guided it near a fence. a car driver said, leave her on the other side of the fence. but i was too scared to pick it up. i have never picked up kittens or puppies (i had once picked a lil rabbit and cudnt handle it well). but i had to make sure the kitten was safe. the fence were crossed wires and i thought the kitten can make it across through the gap. by that time my bus arrived and i got on it. till two next stops i felt the guilt to not have been able to lift it and put it in a secured place. i prayed it must have crossed the fence. i hope it did. life finds survival.