Newborn Kittens

I remember

running in bare feet

across our gravel driveway

with my little brother

while our sister sat

on the steps in front

of our house.


We ran down to the barn,

looking for newborn kittens.

We scrambled up

the ladder to the haymow,

the hay soft under our

feet, the smell of

country surrounding us.


I found them!, my brother

announces, capturing my

attention. I run to his side,

and we look at the

creatures we've unearthed.

Their eyes shut to the world,


they are lost

in this big universe.

They scramble on their

spindly legs, struggling

to find some solid ground.

They are hours old, and

I know I can relate.