Tiny pointed tails trembling in the air
As on shaky legs they stumble forward
Eyes closed and spikes in their wet hair
Meowing loudly in one accord
Falling on and over each other
Searching and snuffling across the ground
Calling and crying for their mother
Is there any sweeter sound?
Innocent and sweet they stand
Guileless and trusting of the world
Tiny wet noses bump my hand
Investigating every fingertip and whorl
Away again on shaky legs
Calling for their mothers touch
To and fro on little pegs
Their weakness never impedes them much
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