Constance La France Poet Haibun

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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

  
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June 9, 2019

Poetry/Haibun/Kittens in the Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1151-031-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

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Sand Blown June 9, 2019 at 5:49 PM wow...nice write...for a second there i thought maybe an alfred hitchcock murder mystery : ) Constance La France June 9, 2019 at 7:51 PM Sand, lol, I bet you were surprised to find fluffy white kittens and night a murderer on the prowl, thanks for the compliment~ Sand Blown June 9, 2019 at 5:51 PM the title...the title...'kittens in the garden' sounds like a cover-up?