Mama Cat! Mama Cat!
Who you are afraid of?
How helpless you are, and we too!
He is the one you can't write off!
Why do you hide your newly born kittens?
Still a few cooked in the father's kitchens!
See sometimes under my antique bed,
Sometimes hidden in the flowers shed,
and do you remember, no you don't,
you forget very soon, no long memories,
it's the same shed beneath it many times,
you loved the father again and again,
who loves, gives birth and then a death,
see he comes, and he will catch one,
and carry the kitten to a lonely place,
his own young one, yes, his own!
Topic(s) of this poem: birth, life and death
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