Any fears I have
This little child is sweet
Curious. Creeping. Cold. Caring. Cuddling.
The child silently lies.
The cold is creeping in.
I hear the whimpering cries.
Don't worry. I'm coming in.
Lie. Watch. Warmth.
I curl around my tail
This young one is so frail.
Two bodies. One size.
This manger bed I will share
Let me lend you warmth
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