f r a g i l e

The kitten is fragile
the kitten is weak
it has barely moved,
it maybe dying as I speak

It wouldnít eat anything,
it really looks hurt
I just found the poor thing
outside lying in dirt

But I wish itís a lilí better now,
all wrapped up in a warm shirt

Right now itís all messy
and it makes me uneasy
to look

Not because it isnít a pretty sight,
but because itís fragile
and it would break me
if it didnít survive the night

 
: june 1998
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