Up too late for days
watching small fur balls
running, wrestling, tu
mb
li
ng
into spots of trouble
spots of spilled milk
spots on coats of softest fuzz
go round and round til I'm dizzy and tired myself...
worried they are frightened by all that's new
and making sure they are safe
and they hide while I check on them,
again
and again
until, exhausted, they sleep
I sleep
to wake with headache keeping sharp company.
Constant companion, it lingers for days
to reward me for worries
about this
that
and the other thing...
Small concerns seem large
large concerns seem insurmountable -
hills made of molehills
no less difficult to climb.
Distraction comes in the form of
redwhite
redwhite
redwhite
flashing in the street
this quiet street
where nothing ever happens outside
of closed doors
and mountains seem molehills
once again
was it the wind sobbing through the trees
or some thing else
that haunts my dreams?
The moral of the story is
anti-freeze is bad for kittens
it's bad for people too.
oh god....hard close on this...ugh...that was like a gut punch after i was playing with the kittens....intense piece...so well written and emotive...
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