Lily was feeding seven,
But in truth not,
Lily has no patcients,
Just lost baby Seth,
Two weeks old,
For kittens, milk is life,
Not enough kittens can not survive,
This sweet, mousy colored wee baby tried,
But found no strength to even maintain a nipple,
Have to assemble the carrier to use to bring them back every four hours to nurse,
Have three deaths of Ruth’s in my freezer,
I will take them all out for other kittens’ rest,
What a crappy day to die,
Days made for death are wet and nasty,
Not bright,
Nor pleasant,
Val Whitewolf 