Best Kitten Poems
It’s always a good practice when living on a farm,
To have a family of cats living in the barn
They always keep the rats and mice at bay and furnish humor too –
Wherever you find kittens there’s usually a laugh or two.
Now, I remember one time, I was out there milking cows,
When I noticed three young kittens, out and on the prowl.
One, a fine young tomcat, was really acting brave
And I wondered if he faced some fear just how he would behave.
Skillfully I squeezed and threw some milk across his face –
He winced a bit, then licked his lips – he knew he’d found the place.
We played around awhile and soon the playing stalled
When he stopped and took a minute to answer nature’s call.
He didn’t know it but he backed himself up to a fresh cow pad
He grunted; then had the best little poop a kitten ever had.
He turned around to cover it; then began the fun.
He knew what he saw lying there was more than he had done.
He arched his back, let out a scream and broke into a run.
I thought, at first, it might have been something I had done.
But soon it was no mystery what scared that little cat.
There was the giant pile of poop I couldn’t help laughing at.
This kitten was the alpha kitten of the litter
Who ultimately proved to me that he was no quitter.
So, when the time came to find him a name…
Well ….. I just called him……”Fraidy”
Written By John Posey
05/29/13
Kitty in Butterfly Garden
They say I’m curious, but what of these?
These strange miniature beautiful things!
They flutter like aqua leaves in the breeze.
How fragile they seem with soft powder wings.
These strange miniature beautiful things!
They fell like petals that snatched blue from sky.
How fragile they seem with soft powder wings.
Not giving them chase, among them I lie.
They fell like petals that snatched blue from sky
down to the ground where they now surround me.
Not giving them chase, among them I lie
in this garden of them, grown magically.
Down to the ground where they now surround me,
they flutter like aqua leaves in the breeze
in this garden of them, grown magically.
They say I’m curious, but what of these?
March 15, 2016
I chance upon her
in the far reaches of the backyard,
a place I never go. There she trembles.
A tiny tiger, whose newborn eyes blur the world,
secreted in mother-scented-shadows
below blackthorn shrubs.
Faint mews draw me closer.
The power of her vulnerability
fills my veins with a ripple rising,
brimming me with a nectar needed,
like a dry stream bed restored by remedy rains.
How helpless she is with new eyes open.
Her eyes like skylights — clear
and filled with new-wild-blue innocence.
Neglected yet beautiful, I sense in her
the familiar phenomenon of the impulse to pulse.
Her outsized feistiness belying
such a petite package of plea and need
with teeny needle claws and barely a wisp of a hiss
...and I recall when I felt the fear
of being small and voiceless in a choiceless world.
Born a feral kitten, her mother likely lost
to speed-wheels of a car or snap-jaws of coyotes,
whose throats float steaming howls above black
saw-toothed pines to haunt the long night moon
...and I wonder, if she wonders,
if the sweet-milk-purrs with soft belly fur
will ever return to snuggle her.
She’s been cold and alone for far too long.
So I gather her in the hug of my hands
warming her as I draw her in and curl
my chest around her littleness.
A shield formed against her lone-ness.
...and I, a long-ago-child abandoned,
a child whose silent cries heard only by stoic walls,
reclaims a voice that helps me make a choice
not to let Nature decide how birth and fate collide.
So I sit with her, swaddle her, love her.
Nourish her with eye-dropper milk where
hearth embers still glow after the fire,
to heal the orphan and raise the phoenix within.
Leapin' lizards up in dem’ gizzards, something we call the creepy crawl. And her womb spew forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceit. Black alters in Bone orchards. Praise hell syndicate burn down this town and everyone in it. Red lights…, blood lust. Ambrosia, with her hair so fare. Clearly obvious why the gods chose her. Devourer of subtleties... Tenderest of vittles. I know at night your bones up and come to life causing mischief. All monkey minds in devil times, chatter chatter, screechhhh... All lost, no hope. And then there was you. Burn down the temple and sing. Eyes bare witness to the rise of her. Dance to the rhythms of a free will symphony. Bleed from thyn eyes,... I don't mind. Bliss bliss and heaven. Your absence is the bane of my existence.
Give a man a sea-kitten,
And you feed him for a day.
Teach a man how to sea-kitten,
And PETA will make him pay.
I guess there isn’t much to say,
We’re gonna eat them either way,
Because the message here being conveyed
Does not have to do with fish per se.
Instead we feel the need to build
A foundation where we can rest our guilt.
Or where we can sway, or push, or tilt
The basis of sanity. And watch it wilt.
Humans are actually land-dodos.
A tree is also a green-giraffe.
But no name we will ever sow
Will ever cease to make me laugh.
I mean, how bored do you have to be
In a world with war and disease uprising
To stop what you’re doing and decide: “Here see,
Fish are in trouble. Start compromising.”?
Man is the measure of these extents.
The apex of idiocy slips his mind,
And thus he chooses to invent
Another means to thwart mankind.
We’re defending the rights of things we need.
Things we need for survival, like skin.
And in our greed we fail to read
The paradox lying herein and within.
Among all the things that humans bleed for,
Nothing more imbecilic has ever been,
Than renaming the fish of which we feed
Into something like sea-kitten.
“And then Jesus blessed the sea-kittens,
He broke the bread and divided it amongst 5000 people.”
In an obscure night
I heard a noise between the bush
It 's all dark , but the moonlight
is the torch in the blue sky
I heard a noise between the bush
there is a wall , but I am kitten which fights
the darkness and pushes
the paws into the wall up high
there is a wall, but I am a kitten which fights
its fate to go up above, not as a spy
but as the butterfly that is all blue
which can be invisible as she flew in the blue sky
its fate to go up above and not a spy
this is what makes the kitten hang out with no clue
the blue butterfly is the guide
to nowhere, but it is stick to it as a glue
to see what the moon above is to hide
this is what makes the kitten hangout with no clue
going to nowhere, as the oceaon carries it with its tide
its favorite color is as the butterfly and the ocean are blue
The blue butterfly is the guide
Going to nowhere,as the ocean carries it with its tide
It survives from the ocean's deepest darkness it flew
The kitten is the only creature which wouldn't mind
To roam the world alone,following no clue , but only the blue
They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings
I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play
Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings
I love to have fun on a sunny day
I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play
When a butterfly lands on my pink nose
I love to have fun on a sunny day
Watching butterflies settle on a rose
When a butterfly lands on my pink nose
I jump and the butterfly flits away
Watching butterflies settle on a rose
I hope they will return and play some day
I jump and the butterfly flits away
Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings
I hope they will return and play some day
They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings
Contest Kitten and Butterflies Sponsored by Eve Roper
03~12~16
Mitten the kitten was black as the night
Apart from his tail which was perfectly white
All of the cats got together each week
In Mitten’s big garden to play hide-and-seek
The fat ginger Tom counted to ten
Said “Ready or not, here I come”, and then…
He found Ray the grey stray hid in the tree
Among all the leaves he was easy to see
But Mitten the kitten was nowhere in sight
Not even his tail which was perfectly white
The Siamese twins hid in the bins
“I saw you go in there”, said Tom to the twins
But Mitten the kitten was nowhere in sight
Not even his tail which was perfectly white
Bob the bobtail went under the mat
Tom saw the bump and said “That’s where you’re at!”
But Mitten the kitten was nowhere in sight
Not even his tail which was perfectly white
Abby the tabby hid in the flue
She sneezed and she sneezed and Tom said “That’s you!”
But Mitten the kitten was nowhere in sight
Not even his tail which was perfectly white
All of the cats had been found except Mitten
So Tom asked the others, “Where is that kitten?”
None of them knew, they looked up the flue...
The Siamese twins, they peered in the bins...
Abby ran off to look in the trough...
Ray the grey stray searched through the hay...
The bobtail called Bob peeked under the hob...
But Mitten the kitten was nowhere in sight
Not even his tail which was perfectly white
Then Tom saw a note upon the front door
He was quite sure it was not there before
It said, “Going on holidays, be back on Sat.
Taking a break… and taking the cat.”
That's why Mitten the kitten was nowhere in sight
Not even his tail which was perfectly white
Hiding in the bushes he waits to pounce,
he enjoys Goobers and Gobstoppers, right to the very last ounce.
He might settle for a Snickers or even a Kit Kat,
he’s black, shiny and sneaky this Halloween Cat.
He may cross your path and give you quite a fright,
but he just wants your candy on this October night.
This Halloween Kitty is surely not a joke,
he even knows the Heimlich just in case you should choke.
Please don’t mistake his kindness for weakness my friend,
he seeks to get your treats before this night’s end.
Take heed and beware of this Halloween Kitten,
he can see through your bag and with chocolate he’s smitten.
October 12, 2020
Halloween Meow Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I recall the day that I brought h e r home,
six weeks old and a ball of spotted fur;
all around the house that day she did roam,
at times- she ran so fast she was a blur.
Then, she would c r a w l upon my knee to purr,
oh, such a murmuring tranquility;
that little s o u l was all fragility.
One day, I came home to find her dead,
oh, I will miss that sweet l o v i n g personality;
buried now- under roses red.
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August 29, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Death of a Kitten
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1134-305-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The Crazy Kitten
The crazy kitten purred.
Its soft and slender body
Brushed around my skin.
It meowed as it juggled
The ball of woolly yarn
All about the living room.
The crazy kitten leaped about
Pouncing on the little mice.
It wondered about the house
Seeking new places to explore.
It found a ball upon upon the shelf
The kitten jumped up to reach its new toy.
The crazy kitten fell down with a thud.
The vase above it shattered with a thunderous SMASH!
The poor and petrified pet
Scrambled under the nearest shelter.
Once the coast was clear,
The crazy kitten went back to play.
she is known to love-
her animal of choice is
a small tan kitten
My life as a Kitten
I perk up an ear as always when I hear the car start
I run and hop as fast as I can, looking like a hare
Not able to contain myself, I rush outside the pet door into the field like a dart
Never forgetting one second, in the beautiful field, to enjoy the fresh air
I run and hop as fast as I can, looking like a hare
But today I stop midway, ‘what is that I spy?’
Never forgetting one second, in the beautiful field, to enjoy the fresh air
Far in the distance I see things fly
But today I stop midway, ‘what is that I spy?’
As I crawl closer I purr and they slowly land on my soft golden fur
Far in the distance I see things fly
I look out into the field and my grayish bluish eyes begin to blur
As I crawl closer I purr and they slowly land on my soft golden fur
I recall the day I opened my eyes for the first time and I swore
I look out into the field and my grayish bluish eyes begin to blur
Mom always thought I was so brave especially being the youngest of the litter
I recall the day I opened my eyes for the first time and I swore
I couldn’t believe all the beauty and fun I have been missing
Mom always thought I was so brave especially being the youngest of the litter
I always find myself reminiscing
I couldn’t believe all the beauty and fun I have been missing
Ever since then my blue butterfly friends and I would be so hardcore
I always find myself reminiscing
Sometimes I even would try to roar
Ever since then my blue butterfly friends and I would be so hardcore
That’s why my adopted family named me Courage
Sometimes I even would try to roar
My blue friends think it so funny since all I can, is meow and continue to encourage
That’s why my adopted family named me Courage
Then it starts raining, I hate getting wet, so my friends guide me back home through the pour
My blue friends think it so funny since all I can, is meow and continue to encourage Before letting them go, playfully with my front paws I try and catch at least four
Then it starts raining, I hate getting wet, so my friends guide me back home through the pour
Not able to contain myself, I rush outside the pet door into the field like a dart
Before letting them go, playfully with my front paws I try and catch at least four
I perk up an ear as always when I hear the car start
I recall the day that I brought h e r home,
six weeks old and a ball of spotted fur;
all around the house that day she did roam,
at times- she ran so fast she was a blur.
Then, she would c r a w l upon my knee to purr,
oh, such a murmuring tranquility;
that little s o u l was all fragility,
I came home- to find my little girl dead.
will miss her sweet s o f t personality,
I buried her- under my roses red.
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August 29, 2016
Poetry/Dizain/"Death Of A Kitten"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-824-315-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Dizain Poem II
sponsor, Laura Loo
Third Place
In Memory of "Peanut" the kitten (July 15- August 29, 2016)
the look of innocence
hides a deadly secret
kitten's gentle purr