Post by maggisg on Jun 7, 2005 0:53:05 GMT -5
REFUGE
The soft sound of mewling makes my eyes widen as I climb the barn stairs, one hand in my dad's, the other on the railing. "You can't touch them," Dad cautions, as we tiptoe toward the source of the sound. Behind a stack of hay bales, there they are, five blind kittens, almost as small as mice. They wriggle, a pile of multi-colored fur--two are black with white faces and paws. I see a marmalade, a gray, and a calico as the knot untangles.
The mother cat jumps down from the bales, rubs against my legs. I am entranced by all this squirming life, and my dad smiles. "You can come back with me in a couple of weeks when their eyes are open," he says. I'm only four years old. Two weeks seems like a lifetime.
summer lightning storm
the old barn--
just a memory
The soft sound of mewling makes my eyes widen as I climb the barn stairs, one hand in my dad's, the other on the railing. "You can't touch them," Dad cautions, as we tiptoe toward the source of the sound. Behind a stack of hay bales, there they are, five blind kittens, almost as small as mice. They wriggle, a pile of multi-colored fur--two are black with white faces and paws. I see a marmalade, a gray, and a calico as the knot untangles.
The mother cat jumps down from the bales, rubs against my legs. I am entranced by all this squirming life, and my dad smiles. "You can come back with me in a couple of weeks when their eyes are open," he says. I'm only four years old. Two weeks seems like a lifetime.
summer lightning storm
the old barn--
just a memory
