kitten
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Cats, round balls of fur.
They move only in blurs.
Does my vision deceive?, Godspeed.
A cat zooming by at topspeed.
Once upon a time
There was a little kitten
Who was very different
From the others in her litter
She was born in a barn
Cowering in the corner
six feet underground,
Sapphire blue eyes pleading,
Pleading to be found
Parents heard cries
From the helpless,
Helpless creature stuck
In the sewer, out of luck
Monday morning comes again
Dreadful
As my eyes open, there sits a figure
White as snow;
A kitten
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
What are you doing, little creature,
with your tiny, furry paws
and wide, shining eyes
full of bright energy?
With your tiny, furry paws,
you swat at the tassels,
full of bright energy,
Here comes the kitty cat
Pitter pat, pitter pat.
Searching for a willing hand
To pet and scratch his back
He squeezes through my doorway
And I see his long tail sway.
The tiny pink pads of your feet putter against my skin like
distracted fingertips drumming out a playful tune
--- consistent, assuring ----
leaving paw prints on my heart in the sweetest of ways.
