New Friendship

A soft little kitten

My finger he has bitten

Yet I simply grin.

I hold him tenderly

Hoping he'll purr to me

Sleeping under my chin.

 

Striped oranger face and white paws

Become full of grease from food he gnaws

Making his face impossible to clean.

Then it gets dark and I pet his furry head

And silently hope that he'll soon go to bed

Both my arms he lies between.

 

He may be a handful

And a little too playful

But he's close to my heart.

I'll care for him forever

And hope that we part never

Because our friendship is at its start.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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