A Cat's Midwife

Knuckles deep in a cat. The spongy flesh pulses around my fingers Each time I move inside. Her stomach undulates As if it was alive. Wait-- it is. I am trembling. Her pained meows Offset by the mewlings Heard from within her. The first head pokes out, Slick and red Staining the scratchy towel underneath. Then more, four in all, Pawing clueless about on the reddened fabric. Their eyes still shut, yet they see the world.