The Kitten Patrol
The kitten patrol was alert and ready for something to start.
Hiding in the hills among the leaves of autumns’ trees.
Kicking oak and maple offerings out of their foxholes.
What do you see Captain? The head guard kitten asked.
The other kittens were at a loss as to what they were expecting.
The road was clear, there was no indication of a warring troop.
No dusty trail; nothing!
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