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.