A handful of soft downy fur / So light / so fragile / A gentle pulse / A timid turn of her head / Soft black eyes that ask, “Who are you?”
“Where am I?”
The slightest shiver of fear.
So tiny / So afraid.
How to win this little creatures trust.
Shower her with whispered love / Kindness / Gentle kisses on her soft little head.
Someday, if we’re lucky, she’ll love us too.
— Mike McLellan