Puppies and Kittens

If only I could
reach in, grasp and pull out
my insides,
dip it in Red,
then sprawl it across
a white canvas.

Its rags. Its rags.
Its rags right after,
the 1st layer of earth.
The insides are filled
with rags.

Rags,
dirty and smelly rags.

But each time
I reach in,
I’m hopeful
that I find a bitch,
(or a dam)
who moved in uninvited,
without giving notice,
gave birth and now
with six puppies
(or kittens).

And when I
find them,
one day,
You can have,
it all.
You can have,
‘em all.

Kumpa
31st October 2014