One brother

Sturdy and strong, Five months old, My Spats, All black but the tips of his toes, Three sons of Ruth, Red,Mica and Spats, Mica and Spats home with me. Spats laid near me as I held Red and Fred, Sadie came near, Licked my Red’s head, Before one last painfilled twinge, Then my Red’s bodyContinue reading “One brother”

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