Happiness of a Kitten
Huddled little kitten sat on the hot porch and waited for the day
To bring her something fun to do, perhaps a leaf or a bit of fluff
She was notorious for finding joy in the simple things.
She did not have long to wait. A piece of string blew past.
She chased it with a feeling of pure happiness.
Capturing it in her paws, shredding it bit by bit.
Glad her day had started as it always did with enthusiasm.
Happiness, and hope in her heart. She was a kitten after all.
Being positive something fun would happen was her game.
And she was a terrific player, fully excited to sit and wait for the next thing.
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