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
Diary Of A Mischief Kitten • Opuss № I