For three nights,
All night long,
All night,
All night long,
Lost second weakest kitten,
The third is sister to the three I saved in the fall,
Life forms enter our worlds,
Briefly touch us,
My heart reaches out,
In a wink they are gone,
That”s so unfair,
I don’t regret having the honor of having know those sweet little girls,
Both different,
Now their spirits are free,
Its hard for animals to have to be born out in Iowa’s freaking cold winter,
The third a Main Coon with her extra hair,
Strongest of the three,
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