The Kindred of the Eternal

Three of my furry ones
are enjoying
the sweetness of the grass,
their longer hairs
coming forth without effort
as the colder weather
requires. ›

They watch over each other
as I watch over them,
they caress one another
as I caress them
in my all-knowing,
all-filling love.

They toil not,
neither do they sew,
because I take care of that
for them.
I delight in them,
and they are comforted.