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Form - Free Verse (Written my way) Poetry Contest-Constance La France, Theme 2. Life. *A pregnant or nursing cat is called Queen.
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“Cats live for the sensation of life, not for something they might achieve or not achieve”
                                                         Quote by- John Gray

have you ever seen a Queen*
                         play with her kittens
a show of affection      a show of sincere love
one should learn to share equally like her ...
a bundle of joy 
    	 holding    grooming
her tiny bundles of joy to her heart’s content 
           she is unmindful of world around
     focused to keep her healthy kittens
clean, at ease, pleased     to embrace them all
                            in singular swoop…

four weeks of age
                 look at those beautiful littermates
    learning to groom, licking, chewing their own paws ....
practicing their skills
                              on their loving mother   
      pinning down another to groom again and over
squatting wobbly to reach their own fluffy tails
                    they fall over one another like flowers
world can wait and wait        for them again
                              and they start to play…

a thread a wool      a ball    a feather a toy a spot of torch-light
                  a tinkling bell      a door curtain to climb 
crumpled paper ball      a dimpled chair ...
      stalking, pouncing, riding, playing Tai Chi and Zen 
seems silly       while getting ready as though    to catch something
     a cardboard box holds so much joy to them
gets them so madly excited –

                mad like a girl gifted with loads of diamonds
the box gives way       it can’t take so much beating
            four naughty kittens       and a heavy mother
jumping on it, jumping in it, jumping through it
         is enough         to tear away the box to pieces 
     peace descends on one and all       as
                                  the box is taken away…

                useful by being useless
there they are      tiny hearts beating joy-
            were you ever happy like them ?       mysterious aura
surrounds them, agile, patient, cautious, quiet and calm are they
         with mother         with littermates 
     they never ever       lose the joy of
                                  life...
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