Pomegranate Flowers: NaPoWriMo 2022: My Ward

[4/27/2022]

You are armed, little friend,

But for now all your weapons are sheathed.

You curl up softly, trusting me,

So vulnerable.

So small and soft, even fully grown.

You turn and close your eyes,

Believe in me to watch

Your downy back,

To bring you all good things

For the mewled asking.