I found her at the end of February, the day before full moon; she was about two days old (the umbilical cord still dangled on her tiny belly), hardly bigger than a cat, famished and full of vermin; when I cowered down to her, she instantly started to suck on my sweater -- and the mutual adoption was a settled matter.
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.
~ Maya Angelou ~
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats ~