Marty
When you came into my house
At twelve weeks old
You went straight behind the couch
And for three hours
You howled for your mother and your siblings.
Now five weeks later,
Master of the littertray,
I am indicating the catflap to you
And have unlocked your inner escape hatch.
But you are far too busy being a silly little kitten
To bother with the great outdoors,
Although you stare at it from the window.
You have fourteen ping pong balls,
Three cloth mice and a rabbit which you love.
At the moment all the ping pong balls are lost.
I will have to do a retrieval search.
With your helterskelter dribbling
You can lose a ball in sixty seconds.
You have dark grey fur,
Four white paws and a white chest.
And half your moustache is white
Quite ruining your looks.
You woke me at six this morning
Bouncing on the bed as you wanted your breakfast.
Peculiar kitten.
You will have a good life here.
Welcome.
And I should advertise my Cat Poems pamphlet at
http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/poetry/library/ca1.html
It has about fifty readings a week.
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