Kittens
They fill my hours; they fill my days.
I love their wild and crazy ways.
They tear my paper; they pull my tie.
Often, I cannot understand why.
But when I watch them scamper thru,
I can't be sad; I can't be blue.
Mamma warned me, kittens grow up.
It might be better to trade for a pup.
I have to admit, they're loads of fun,
but it would be easier if I only had one.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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