Yet Another

My dad had no resistance to any infant’s charms.
Mewling and puking in its parents’ arms
was his favorite type of baby…tiny as a doll.
Baby calves and foals and kittens. How he loved them all.
He’d shock my mother once a year with some small whiskered thing
or a bird he’d found abandoned with a damaged wing.
All our hearts would quicken when he brought us some new pet.
Dad never could resist a needy animal he met.
Facing my mom with one more thing to care for took pure grit,
I guess he knew that every time my mom would fall for it

For Cee’s FOTD