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She hides the kittens in a dark space
Their eyes are closed, the dark doesn’t matter
They lay together in a second womb
Developing sight and hearing
Growing fat spotted bellies
Their slick fur turning to silky fluff
“A loved, cared for kitten doesn’t meow much.”
We’ve read
Her first baby cried. Her first baby rests in a box in the yard under dandelions. Her first baby is with Poppa now.
These new babies are silent.
She carries them with her teeth.
Steals them back to the dark space when our hands get too greedy.