Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Kat


there was a little kitten,
the colour of sunset gold,
quite content,
was he with scratching
his claws upon the wooden posts

but the little kitten,
youth envied by the old,
he was by
strange ways given,
twisted yarn and heartstring
in a kitty ball's mold

thus the litten kitten,
in happiness mewled bold,
and in feline fashion,
toyed with
the rolling, spinning cat-globe

without warning,
the globe-toy was
from the little kitten wrest,
and the golden kitty was
most upset at the unfair jest

fled did the kitty hence
from the cruel prankster-kin
and on the streets
he lived on scraps,
and grew verily thin

there was a little kitten,
the colour of sunset gold,
quite content,
was he to wander off
and go scratching
his claws upon wooden posts

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