Kittens

Of all the pets I crave to hold, are little kittens, shy or bold; and whether black, light gray, or gold- placed in my arms- I fast enfold. Their sweet meows are like a song; could listen to them all day long. For they are gentle, never strong; I tend to want to mew along. And oh, those paws- so soft and wide with light pink toes, neath fur to hide; then all at once, so gently slide upon my cheek with love applied. But, best is how their eyes are seen- no matter if they're blue or green, some others- gold, or in between; my heart is captured- quite unseen. Of all the pets I crave to love that fit my lap just like a glove; sleep at my feet or head above- sweet, darling kittens are beloved.