“Hark! Who hears the kitten’s cry, So sweet, so soft, so yearning? She’s lonely in the black of night, And those shadows, so concerning! Her siblings gone, the bed so cold Where is master, to whom she’s sold? Oh, it’s such a cruel fate, To mew and shiver, fear and wait. But! Here comes young master, after her demand, His caress doth fear destroy, Cupped gently in her master’s hand, The kitty purrs again with joy.” His gaze was riveted on her upturned face. Her expression was perfectly guileless. Mildly expectant. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Is this a figurative or a literal poem?” Cecily gave
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