New life

 

they are little pups

Life is the same color as blood

Feeling more joy
then I have any right to claim.

His cry is soft... The little guy...

His mother holding him
While the nieces
run around in circles

My baby brother is a father

I still can't rap
my head around that

all in the time
When I'm scared of having a pet

Life will carry on...
from joy... to joy...

Stray cats never come home

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