Chilling Kitten Poem

[BagelDog]

I found and read this poem right after I lost one of my foster kittens. It gave me the chills, and when my mom read it, it did the same for her. It may not have such an impact if you havent lost a kitten, but if you have you know what I mean.

For a Dead Kitten
Sara Henderson Hay

Put the rubber mouse away,
Pick the spools up from the floor,
What was velvet shod, and gay,
Will not want them, any more.

What was warm, is strangely cold.
Whence dissolved the little breath?
How could this small body hold
So immense a thing as Death?