She didn’t smile or frown
Her face a sea of emotion on a blank sky
Slender fingers cradled the small beast to her chest
Its face formed a fearsome look
Inspiring fear in all its foes
Though it relaxed gentle in the women’s arms
Like a child being held by its mother
No fear or loathing is found in the way it’s held
The women keeping a tight but gentle hold
As though she was afraid of it leaving her arms
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