Constance La France Poet Verse

Snuggles the Kitten

          My kitten arrived in a box,
that meowed, and when I opened it up very slowly,
out jumped a streak of grey fur-  but she did run to hide,
no, she inspected everything in her path and not in her path.

          My new kitten sniffed Smudges,
my old calico, who tucked in her feet and her tail,
she reached out her paw to touch every toy of Smudges,
and she checked out the food and she gave me a good look.

          My kitten did a lot of running ,
and in time came and curled up beside me to cuddle,
so I called her Snuggles and she is so lovable and so fun,
she gets herself in the smallest, strangest places that I laugh.

          My kitten is soft and real silky,
just a ball of fur with legs that has quite a big meow,
she is not afraid of visitors and she seems to love children,
and will play with them until she flops down in a  purring sleep.

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January 11,  2017

Poetry/Verse/Snuggles The Kitten
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8651-03-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.

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James Peranteau January 11, 2017 at 3:47 PM Hello dear poet and a very prosperous New Year to ya ! I so enjoy when I happen 'pon the furry writes since I have the dreadful allergic responses when in their corporeals presence. You certainly shed (yep, pun intended) the brisk joy of the entwine with your furry little loves! Have a great Winter Constance...much love, james

Tim Smith January 11, 2017 at 12:23 PM How delightful...this brought me a smile

Jan Allison January 11, 2017 at 12:16 PM absolutely delightful Constance I know how important your kitties are:-) hugs Jan xx