Skeins of kittens by the fire
Plumping pillows for each other,
Sisters, brothers, lying there,
Purring at their leisure.

Embers softly glow and dance,
Fickle flames leap up to kiss
Interlacing hedonists,
Each in happy trance.

Carefully they veil their eyes,
Treading with their tiny mittens,
Kneading each complaisant kitten
Lost in mother memory
Of milk and happiness and warmth,
Before the kindly hearth.