Frankie and the Kitten
Frankenstein held this kitten close to his chest
his heart and the kitten’s heart had the same beat
He began stroking the creature’s fur
It was soft, like his mother’s hair
The townspeople returned with pitchforks, rakes and knives
This was the olden days before people had bullets or guns
Frankenstein and the kitten were nowhere to be found
The townspeople grieved, expecting the worst
Not understanding that the outside is not always
a reflection of the inside
Frankenstein had a heart that loved animals
This kitten was given the name “Halloween”
She lived with Frankie and his wife until her death
at the age of twenty-two
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