*twinkle toes,
And sighs of whys,
Tangle with
Crystal highs.*

Kitten-wise,
We have a new one;
Finally, a little girl this time;
Her skull is so tiny.

Thrown into a Corral
Garbage can, the only one left
Of her mother-siblings,
Rescued, fostered, than, homed.

With us.

Baby-wide killings,
Pretty-stupid; spirit-wise,
Even worse, somehow; wonderfully,
We have our newest animal life,

Kitten-skulled, from corral-cats;
She’s a beauty! Swats and swits with
Kitten enthusiasm, the neighbors thought
She might be brain-damaged. She’s not.

She’s just ‘kitten-shelled’.

*tiny bones,
And whys of sighs,
Wrangle with
Crystal byes.*

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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