of kittens, of puppies
of tiny five-toed feet,
cactied with baby claws.
these used to be quite like mine,
until someone picked up this white kitten
and took dastardly liberties with her claws.
and now baby cats have one up over me,
they still make footprints in the snow,
i can only make smudges
that shine redly like ruined poppies.