i hold a small life in my hands
it moves, it breathes, it purrs
its days are numbered this is one
as it runs to two i think of others
this winter season ending time
a parent lost a loved one gone
a moving breathing life silent
just as i was once held
the arms that hold me hold no longer
though you may become the one
who holds the small beating life
you are never ready to be an orphan
when you can no longer nestle
find security in a strong embrace
the sun still shines and the day is three
counting down to eternity
i hold the little fur ball closer
four of how many days are past
i grasp life in this fleeting moment
as Dillard ironically noted
instead of holding on to rocks
my orphan heart seeks others
small lives to snuggle close
until the day is done
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