(Here I am around age 5 with two of my first kittens. It was always love at first sight.)
Instinct led
her
to lift the
small
mewing
creature with
pin-prick
paws
to her
chest, pressing
it close to
where her own heart
beat. And instinct bade
the poor
kitten to cling
there,
slowly calmed
by a hand
curved
protectively
around
the boney
ridge
of its
back. The two
clung
together
as one – the
girl
with her
soft, slow
ways, and
the kitten,
made to
flourish like a
flower in
the clasp
of such
tenderness.
Happy Valentine’s Day, friends! May your life be filled with as many kinds of love as possible!
'made to flourish like a flower…' Kelly, the sound and picture of that phrase is lovely!.