Like a magician’s deft trick
She placed her two in a nook of attic
Winked two eyes from the dusty pile
Cheered not the mind brought not a smile.

One scrap of food one occasional call
You are their friend you are their all
Without your knowing builds up a rapport
They make your home theirs beg your support.

Hidden in her fur you see them asleep
You never made a promise you had to keep
See in her happiness your looming plight
Her calls at the window at odd hours of night!

Two more added and more than you need
Aspiring heartbeats hungry mouth to feed
You didn’t foresee that your unguarded call
Would make your home a nursery and troubles not small!

Quickly they grow up steal your time’s large slice
When eyes open in three weeks demands grow thrice
Then as they crawl around you fluffs of silken ball
You see in the fruiting gains of pleasures no small.