Cupped in her hands, as a bird in a nest,
She fondled his face, ‘til he did rest.
She tickled his nose in gentle jest –
With tenderness, he was caressed.
She loved the feel as she stroked his hair,
So soft and shiny, beyond compare.
His eyes had mellowed – lost their stare –
He seemed to know, for him, she’d care.
She felt her heart skip, “Rat-a-tat-tup,”
As into her lap she picked him up.
For she was just a lonesome girl,
And he — a little lost pup.
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