Born at six ounces looking so sweet,
Born with two eyes two ears and four feet.
Growing like wild flowers out in the field,
Learning each day bout the world and its feel.
By four weeks it's moving around on all fours.
Searching each corner, the den and much more.
By six it is eating mashed food that is warm,
Yet still counting on mommy to keep it from harm.
By eight it is steady on all four little paws,
Its jumping and playing, and using its claws.
By ten it is time to be moving along,
To a loving new family, where it soon will belong.
Leaving its mother, playmates and kin,
To start a new life with its family of friends.
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