A Laundry Kitten Sleeps

Lying in the oddest of places A pile of clothes on tattered blankets He finds solitude and peace - On the boldly coloured fleece. A twitched expression, almost fear In dreams about what kitty’s ponder He looks frightened, unawake - on his laundry pile he quakes. Bravery and stealth he owns Yet not a bit of that does show He quivers in a hiding place - With terror on his furry face What makes you shiver like the cold Curled up among the folded sheets I stopped the wash to hold that kitten - Now so calm on fresh clean linens. You’ll never return to where I found you You’ll stay here warm atop my quilts Still here where the towels are hung - You’re not abandoned little one. ------------------------------------------------- [Now, in memory of my sweet kitten, Lazerus, who we lost on Friday February 24 2012 at 10:15am, he was very sick. I love you and miss you, Lalee. Please know you were not abandoned. I am always here and you can come back home to us any time you want. You're bowl is waiting.]