the cat in the drain

one moonlit night,
she walks back home, after a drink with a friend, they walk home together,
and there are two girls besides the road, looking down in the drain.
there are cats in the drain, they proclaim. as she walks nearer
and finds out, there is no cats, there are kittens, three little kittens,
alone in the drain, 
little creatures so fragile, vulnerable, small, furry creatures.
she squat to take a closer look,
poor little kittens, left in the drain, with their mother nowhere to see,
and says the other girl, they have been there for days, wailing and crying
but no mother would claim them,
so pity the kittens, left in the drain, all the cold night they are waiting,
trapped in drain, for their eyes cannot be opened,
for their hands are too weak,
for their claws are not yet strong,
for they know not of the wide world awaits,
yet they wail and cry, for attention, of their mother and what not.
so the girls put them in a box, where they can be kept away from harm,
in a brown little box,
now they are kittens in a brown box.