The Cute Kittens
(What I tell in here did not actually happen. It's just a mind journey and a reflection of my love for cats and kittens.)
I walk along
A tree-lined street
I think I hear something
Or somebody
A sound like crying
Or squeaking?
Not sure exactly
I walk in the direction
I see a park
With many trees
Upon a bench
A cardboard box
Filled with squeaking
Filled with crying
I reach for the box
Fear racing through my blood
Fear that the box
Might be filled with injured creatures
The box is filled with kittens!
Uninjured as far as I can see
Meowing for their mother
The dear kitty they need
To mother them
Crying for kitten milk
Five sweet soft cute kittens
I must take them
I am being called upon
To become their spirit mom
Their wails of hunger
Are painful to my young heart
I must find them food
And so I take the box
Walk with it home
And begin my new life
With five cute kittens!
Copyright by Green Druid September 28, 2004.
Green Druid



