All That They Can Be

Cute little bundles, squirming in the grass

Two little kittens, but one might not last.

The little gray one, cute as can be,

Is too small to survive, a little like me.

Their mother can't be seen, she's off hiding somewhere,

Trying to pretend that I was never there.

I feel so sorry for the babies, new to their life,

When I see their innocence; it cuts me like a knife.

And then there's the black and white one,

Mewing up at the rising run.

She's stonger than her brother,

But she wishes for her mother.

I feel so sorry for these darlings, for they can't see;

They are blind to the world, a lot like me.

I wish I could open their eyes,

To all that they could be.

 

Author's Note

Free write; I found these cute kittens at my Grandparent's house, and they inspired me. I hope you like it :)

Reviews

[Jeremy Baker]

Carefree, playful and a joy - the kittens too, by the sound of it!

[Kestrova]

Very endearing! A great rhyme scheme and rhythm, I enjoyed reading this. ^.^

[♥Lugar Para Siem..]

This is soo cool and adoreable, Great job!

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

this was a wonderful write Becca :) great job!
~gabbz