The Kitten
I sit here and think of this topic,
That the pebble has finally gone psychotic,
The kitten who got abandoned it is,
I sit back and think of something witty
I am imagining myself as a kitten,
Lost, abandoned and all hope undone,
Her spirit is weak, her legs knobbly,
Listen to this poor kitten’s story
Mrrow, mrrow! I go on,
My legs are tired and all hope is gone,
I mewl and bawl all day long,
‘Where is my mistress?’, is my current song
Two-legs pass by the entire day,
Some pet me and bring me cheer,
I smell the fish somewhere,
I take it and eat is elsewhere
I go again to the green grass,
Sleepy and heady with my stomach’s mass,
But I cannot give up this morning’s pass,
To find my mistress whose kindness is vast
She took me in when I was cold,
She bathed me and took me into her fold,
She was mine and mine forever,
I am her pet, my conviction never wavers
‘I smell her scent!’, I mewl,
Excitement within me quavers,
I run to it bawling,
And find her equally mewling,
I run into her arms, her folding embrace,
Here is where I belong, my spirit ablaze,
I think this and arouse to type,
Hoping this you guys will like,
Do tell me if I got this right,
Please shoot pebble at sight
