Soft as velvet, The child's last cry,
For her aging friend that dies,
Sounds warily unto her father's spine,
Pity-wrought chills bring alertness to her eyes.
The mother's forbiddance,
Of the beast in her kitchen,
Takes a brief vacation on the winds of time.
Her brother's sibling mockery exchanged for support,
Holding his sister in her Hour of Need.
The Father, so strong,
Stood in the back, Away from the children,
Who grew fond of his brother.
The beast and the man,
Once of a Kin,
Now the barrier of death,
Separates him from that fur-
A fur Soft as Velvet