29 May 2012

Slumber by the sunshine

and skittering beneath the gleams of the orb of night

rascally wondering every night

searching all apart of the wilderness of the jungle

but nothing to proceed

desire for a better moment

yet worst to come

caught a mice but greed for a butterfly

after all coming home with an empty stomach

the stars and the moon were laughing

as if the kitten were the tools of jokes

who's to blame

it is just an immature kitten

fatehwaharpDiary Of A Mischief Kitten • Opuss № I