Man-Handled

MAN-HANDLED

3 precious critters under
the plum tree bewitching me.
As I picked-up one of the darlings,
it hissed fiercely less than a kitten.
After my photo-shots, I went in,
the 3 gone forever. Occurring
belatedly, “where was the ma?”
Is she road-kill or
targeted as varmint?
Bliss to my dumbness!
I was spared from her
rabid leap to my jugular.

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