Balesh has invited me in
to winter in her den
settling down onto
soft loamy earth
the scent of ancient leaves
drifts around us in a
little zephyr of our making
as we shift and skootch and
scratch a little
as I snuggle back into the curve
of her belly her sleek soft fur
and cushion of fat
curl round me
her warm moist breath
flowing into the nape of my neck
wafting down the valley
between my shoulder blades
melting into my spine
her arms embracing me
my arms crossed over my heart
hold her long-clawed paws
in my hands
as our breathing becomes
one sensuous
single rhythm weeks later
something pulls me out of a deep
silent sleep
winter dreams fading off
in the distance
the pungent dark smell of rich iron
of mother's blood
fills the air
Balesh holds me tightly
I feel her belly pulsing
contracting
as she gruntingly
gives birth
She breaths in deeply
releases me with a lick to my neck,
leans down to lick her twins
one boy
one girl
A new scent swirls in
infusing us all
creamy sweet mother's milk
the tiny wet twins urgently push me
out of their way
scrambling up to suckle
at her resilient, strong nipples smiling inside
in a deep winter way
I move to curl up to her back
around her
and her poochy-tummied twins
her fur against my breasts
my breath flowing
warmly on her neck
swirling down
around each brown hair
pressing my body against
her broad soft back
our breathing slows
breath and hearts beating
in rhythm
I drift off into a long winter sleep
listening to her licking lullaby
and the suckling of her cubs
kasha
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