31 May 2012
It was midnight in Opussia, But a kitten could not sleep! She tossed and turned within her bed, Even counted sheep...
She'd read her books for hours, And listened to the breeze, Tapping on her windows, She could even hear the trees.
But hearing things was bad, For Feather wanted sleep! So, curling tail to tiny paws, She let her mind go deep.
She started thinking things, About the week gone past, Of cheaters, cards and fairytales- And trends meant not to last.
Her kitty mind did whir and hum, But still to no avail, So little Feather, with a yawn, Pursued a final trail.
To write a poem at midnight, A thrill for this little cat! And with her final typing, Her eyes drooped right where she sat...
...Zzzzzzz
Midnight Post! • Opuss № I