By Iris Carden
Collar bell jingles, soft paws pat her ball,
the kitten is playing her way down the hall.
She wiggles her bum as she targets a pounce,
knocks things off the shelf to see if they bounce.
She leaps into a lap for a moment or two,
but can’t stay there when there’s so much to do.
The world is all new, there’s so much to explore,
for this little kitten there’s adventures galore!
She scampers and climbs, she runs then she stays,
Life is a game, won’t you please come and play?
Then all of a sudden, she comes to a stop,
She gives a small yawn, and she falls with a flop.
And then with a deep self-satisfied purr
she forms a tight ball of warm snuggly fur.
She twitches a whisker and breathes long and deepthe sweet gentle snore of an innocent sleep.
This poem now appears in "Poetic Pets" available at www.lulu.com/spotlight/IrisCarden.