Kittentime

We don’t know

when you were born

but spring is kittentime

We don’t know how

you were harmed

before you came to us

Who would want to hurt you?

Years and a girl’s grit

drew you out

with the blood moon

And now is the perfect time

for us to renew our vows to you.

Flash 55 for Real Toads, #5 of 30 for National Poetry Month.

My kids and I wrote poems about our kitty together and they wanted to me to share their poems with you. You might recognize that we were studying Gertrude Stein. (Smile!) Our kitty’s name is Olive. We sometimes call her “tiny bully” because when we tried to adopt a second cat, she engaged in a long series of terroristic behavior and drove the other cat out. Meow! The first poem below is by my daughter (who is 8 years old) and the second was written by my son (who’s 11). I like theirs better!

Cute Kitty

Cute scratchy

Cute sleepy

Cute cute kitty

Look kitty

Look tiny

Tiny tiny bully

Can’t kitty

Can’t bully

Shrinking shrinking kitty!

Olive

Oh for a cute bully.

Jumpy loud

Crazy weird

Lazy weird

Lazy tiny

Lazy sneaky

Lazy lazy kitty.

What of a fluffy kitty that loves us.

What of a loud kitty that is hungry.

What kitty.

A cute little kitty.