Poetry for Kittens!

We have new neighbours on Alberta Avenue, who have a delightful kitten who sits in the window, plays with the curtains and lays in the sun. When they leave the house I wondered, “what does he do all day?”

This is what I imagined…

I sit up here so loftily

Waiting for them to turn the key

My kingdom then is left to me

It’s poetry for kittens!

The dog’s tied up, more fun for me,

Knocking the ornaments from the tree

They crack and smash on the floor

Tee, hee

It’s poetry for kittens!

I’ve killed a mouse to impress the spouse

And put it inside the gingerbread house

 My people will love it—I’m into the souse

It’s poetry for kittens!

Ho, Ho, the fridge is not tightly closed

I push it open with furry repose

Turkey leftovers, I’ll have some of those

It’s poetry for kittens!

Someone left my laser toy on,

I’ll play with it ‘till early dawn

And find the catnip turns me on

It’s poetry for kittens!

I need no Frosty or Santa Claus to give this kitten a Christmas pause

Her nylons left out, I’ll shred with my claws

It’s poetry for kittens!

So when I’ve ate and played no end

Then shredded the pillows upon their bed

I’ll find a place to lay my head

It’s poetry for kittens!