Nature Cares Not


For all the kittens in my life I couldn’t save:


I held in my hand 

a delicate little life

her bright eyes 

looked to me with trust. 

Nature cares not how

my heart wanted to love

a tiny soul,

to live up to her joy

when I touched her with

a gentle stroke.

Survival, genetics,

that’s nature’s way.

Bodies pass, genes pass

I wonder…

what did I do to merit

such devotion?