21 May 2012
The day was hot and cloudless,
When a little kitten from Opuss,
She took in the word-built skylines,
And peered at the letter-filled gold mines,
Her paw prints left a crumb-trail,
As she turned at last to her own tale:
She looked at her home and shed a tear,
And wished it could be like Opussia here,
For in this kitten's real life,
The world was ragged, edged like a knife,
In Feather's own world it wasn't pretty,
Here she'd never be a thriving kitty,
Feather nosed her covers and slipped into sleep,
Where at least here she could in Opussia keep.
Opussia Dreaming. • Opuss № I