Kittens
A pair of tiny orphans
in haystacks their mother made,
near an orchard by a lake,
with pine tall as an arcade.
Sheltering them,I brought milk
to the lonely kits each day,
but they wouldn't show their faces
till I hovered far away.
In time they learned to like me,
and slowly joined running games;
one brown-furred, one white bundle
Sugar and Puff... their nicknames.
Hearing my voice from the door,
the kitties would run so quick
right up my tummy to the neck;
playing cuddle- and- frolic.
They hopped about the garden
wearing blooms like a shawl,
and I seemed content to ride
my pets till break of nightfall.
One day, Puff and Sugar left
not marking sign of contacts...
the fun of souls well relished,
how my heart misses loved cats.
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I Love My Pets!
Laura Loo's Contest
1/25/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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