I'm Still Up...

The clock struck 1:00AM,
And Feather was rather tired,
But she wasn't ready to sleep,
There was work to be admired!

Opuss had struck,
As it so often did,
And when Feather did look,
Naughty Sleep hid!

It was a troublesome thing,
But she didn't mind,
It meant more posts
That Feather could find!

So she kept her eyes open,
Despite of her yawning,
And kept on her 'liking',
Until it was mor-
morni-
Morning... Zzzzzzzzz.

*Hush now, yes hush!
The kitten's found rest!
Tomorrow she can return...
To what she does best.
But for now she is curled,
A fluff-ball in bed,
With the covers tucked in,
Right up to her head.*