animals are animals
they have brain not
large enough to guide
them through propriety
which even then sometimes
can be assets to melt
all our hearts for them
here at my feet, below
a malay eating store
the warmest motherhood
laid sprawled, exemplified
a cat her fore and hind
limbs pointing different
heavens, leaves an abodmen
space large enough to
spread all her affections,
protection, and love
here her latest brood
a furry foursome mishmash
of white, yellow, brown and black
sprawl, some on top
of each other, at the
fountain of mom's fertile
spring, savouring the
mersmerising warmth
of love that flows in the
hynoptic, sleep and
growth inducing milk
the cat stares into us
so sedate and affectionately
lost in her motherhood,
we too are softly drawn into
her newly acquired contentment
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What a charming cat portrait. Long life to both the mother and her furry children. Warm regards, Sandra