Kittens In the Garden

I remember when I was a kid and Snowball cat had her first litter of kittens. She had four kittens and they were all white just like her, so soft and sweet. We had to come up with a way of identifying them so we used colored ribbons tied on the necks. There was Purple Pansy, Red Rose, Blue Boy, and last my favorite, Orange Streak. Mom said those were only temporary names for now. She said they would be adopted into forever homes. Oh, I cried about that, but then Mom said I could take the kittens to the garden to play. So gosh, that sure did make me happy, and lickety-split I had them in a basket and off we went. Snowball did not seem to care as she closed her eyes to sleep. They were afraid of the green grass, they were afraid of the flowers, they just clung together with great big eyes. Finally I brought them back inside sighing they hate the garden Mom, I think these are indoor cats . . . the grass is dew wet and flowers sway in the breeze . . . four small meows heard ______________________________________ June 9, 2019 Poetry/Haibun/Kittens in the Garden Copyright Protected, ID 19-1151-031-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.