kittens.

what tiny lives, so blest to be
wrapped ’round the others, lovingly
eyes unopened, crowned in sleep
while soft, small twitches dreaming keeps
little mouths crave mother’s milk
to nourish souls, as soft as silk
and there she is, with soft white paw
the gentle mews of kittens draw
her tongue to linger, now to clean
while on and on her kittens dream
and as they tumble round her breast
the soft purr rising says it best:
a mother’s love is true and pure,
be it for skin or for fur.

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