#bearrow

they’re young ones, still in their teens really

and i remember the day they first appeared

the mother crawled under a porch to have them

she disappeared for a few days

i thought she had moved on or been killed

there’s a pack of stray dogs that hunt here

i feared for you in some part of my mind

but those were issues i couldn’t stop for

then you appeared one day

and the next, i saw your kittens in their corner

i went about my day, happy you were alive

then your children grew and turned colors

an orange tabby with gloves i’ve named Harry

a dashing young boy in a tux i’ve dubbed Cook

then there’s a grey one that stays far back

he sits in his tiny corner and is content there

that one is Bo

i stand at my porch and watch you play now

two children exploring

as much of they dared anyways

and one child with his books in his cranny

Harry runs around an old cedar tree stump

Cook is trailing behind him, with all his might

and Bo is sleeping peacefully