We don’t knowwhen you were bornbut spring is kittentimeWe don’t know howyou were harmedbefore you came to usWho would want to hurt you?Years and a girl’s gritdrew you outwith the blood moonAnd now is the perfect timefor 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 scratchyCute sleepyCute cute kittyLook kittyLook tinyTiny tiny bullyCan’t kittyCan’t bullyShrinking shrinking kitty!
Oh for a cute bully.Jumpy loudCrazy weirdLazy weirdLazy tinyLazy sneakyLazy lazy kitty.What of a fluffy kitty that loves us.What of a loud kitty that is hungry.What kitty.A cute little kitty.