30 July 2012
I am a kitten,
The world is a tree,
I'm climbing straight up it,
And meow "look at me",
There's string strung on branches,
And yarn hanging down,
Look over the edge,
And see miles around,
There's catnip and biscuits,
There's tuna and milk,
A sweater, hand knitted,
And made out of silk,
There's lovely, soft curtains,
And clean, folded clothes,
I pad softly over,
On tiny, black toes,
I find an oak door,
With new polish and latch,
I sharpen my claws,
And embed a deep scratch,
I move to the sweater,
A spring in my feet,
I tear it to shreds,
And use it as my seat,
When I am done sleeping,
I track down the clothes,
And emblazon my mark,
With my wet, mud caked toes,
And when I have finished,
Exploring the tree,
I dine on rich cat food,
Bought, special, for me.
Inquisitiv-e(vil) Kitten • Opuss № I