{"id":19862,"date":"2016-08-13T12:42:44","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:42:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=19862"},"modified":"2016-08-13T12:42:44","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:42:44","slug":"4-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/4-4\/","title":{"rendered":"4"},"content":{"rendered":"

Note: I followed the prompt and decided to post all three stages, because there’s just too much love in every word I wrote. It’s very close to me.<\/em><\/p>\n

Step 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

Once upon a time a little kitty was noticed by a human
\nwhile crawling to reach the end of its play pen
\nacross her brothers and sisters, relentlessly.
\nThe human left, without the kitty knowing it was there.
\nThe kitty grew, and the human came again. The kitty felt
\nthat it was her human, her eyes were asking where it’s been.
\nThe human put a ribbon on the kitty, and left again.
\nAnd kitty worried, but he knew. The human must be back!
\nMore humans came, put ribbons on her siblings, left again.
\nBut when the kitty was a few months old, her human came, and took her home.<\/p>\n

Step 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

Once upon a time a little kitty was noticed by a human
\nwhile crawling to reach the end of its play pen
\nacross her brothers and sisters, relentlessly.
\nThe human loved her style,
\nsuch strength and such determination.
\nIt felt that they were kindred souls.
\nThe human left, without the kitty knowing it was there.
\nShe reached the edge, the goal complete.
\nShe fell asleep, as kitties do so often at that age.
\nThe kitty grew, and the human came again. The kitty felt
\nthat was her human, her eyes were asking where it’s been.
\nHer siblings paid no mind, just stumbling all around
\nthe play pen or the litter box. But kitty sat alert,
\nmaintaining gaze on her human-to-be (she was sure).
\nThe human put a ribbon on the kitty, and left again.
\nAnd kitty worried, but he knew. The human must be back!
\nShe\u2019s marked, she\u2019s his. The little string around her neck.
\nSo thin and pink, left there by her human.
\nMore humans came, put ribbons on her siblings, left again.
\nThe days went by, both fast and slow, but when the kitty was
\na few months old, her human came, and took her home.<\/p>\n

Step 3<\/strong><\/p>\n

Once upon a time a little kitty was noticed by a human
\nwhile crawling to reach the end of its play pen.
\nThe human loved her style,
\nsuch strength and such determination.
\nThe human left, without the kitty knowing it was there.
\nThe kitty grew, and the human came again. The kitty felt
\nthat was her human, her eyes were asking where it’s been.
\nHer siblings paid no mind, just stumbling all around
\nthe play pen or the litter box. But kitty sat alert.
\nThe human put a ribbon on the kitty, and left again.
\nShe\u2019s marked, she\u2019s his. The little string around her neck.
\nThe days went by, both fast and slow, but when the kitty was
\na few months old, her human came, and took her home.<\/p>\n

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