Lost Creek Hollow the whirling ways of stars that pass

Life did not come easily or pleasantly, and the new one that entered here today did so with an exploratory cry of confusion that was the newborn's calling card.

Fortunately it was too early for him to bother himself with complexities, and as soon as he had attached himself to the large warm, anything else was forgotten. Softly he began to knead with small and weak paws, entirely content with this world he'd fallen into.  This was it's entirety right now.