How swiftly we became
subservient
to masters mere weeks old,
with their tiny, dagger teeth. We,
are wrapped around petite paws,
willing to be flicked and flipped
at their kittenish whim.
This, they do not know yet.
But soon they will.
As waiting by each other's side
in the encroaching night,
every shape and line
in the shadows of our front yard
utters a mew.
Even the blades of grass
are young, wild, and made anew.
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