28 June 2012
There was a little kitten, Whose paws were very small, Her fur was a dark yellow, And she wasn't very tall.
And when it got to seven, On every weekday night, She'd pad off to the window, A peek out at the light.
Life exhausted little cat, Sad but yet so true, Monotony and tedium; She longed for something new.
Her waist was getting thinner, Her eyes were wide awake, Although she needed sleep... Her sanity was at stake.
One day on her iPod touch, She came across an app, And pawing at the keyboard, She gave a little tap.
A paw print brown and ebbing there, Lit up her iPod's screen, She let a mewling little cry, Her eyes took on a sheen.
'Opuss' was the app's grand name, A treasure trove to entertain, And little kitten Feather, Was never bored again.
Discovering Opuss. • Opuss № I