Best Kittens Poems
Ride of the Scarecrow Clan
(To: Mittens)
She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep her from coming to harm!)
The most beautiful kitty inspired this ditty
with whiskers that whisper her charm,
wild white whiskers that whisper her charm.
But the angels grew jealous, much too overzealous,
they schemed up a dastardly plan,
that they stole from a medicine man.
They would use and abuse all their magic, so tragic,
to conjure the Scarecrow Clan,
for their devilish dastardly plan.
The Clan owed them a favor for past misbehavior,
behavior so foul and so cruel,
they would ride when moon became full!
When the moon elevated they rose animated
to drown Mitten’s in the cesspool.
As they hunted they started to drool.
Hunting high, hunting low, riding ‘round to and fro,
the Clan frantically searched helter-skelter,
for young Mittens who found a safe shelter.
As they howled and they growled all the air became fouled,
but they couldn’t find Mittens’ safe shelter.
“When we find her, in acid we’ll melt her!”
Could these four scarecrows stoop to even new lows
as they hunt by light of the moon?
(Better hurry the dawn will come soon!)
Long they hunted and haunted but she was undaunted,
she laughed at the bumbling buffoons,
while she purred out some kitty cat tunes.
Curled with grace in a space near the warm fireplace,
for the Scarecrow Clan fears the fire.
(Just the thought of it makes them perspire.)
Low they lurched as they searched in the fields near the church,
growing desperate, dejected, and dire,
for the sunlight will make them expire.
Then dawn broke Night's dark cloak with a big puff of smoke
as the angels’ black magic was shattered,
and the Scarecrow Clan riders battered.
Under natural law the Clan turned back to straw,
and their straw o’er the cornfield was scattered.
She'll be safe now and that’s all that mattered.
13-March-2020 (Friday the 13th). First Place in "A Rattling Rhyme" poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Kittens In The Barn
He stops and removes his boots before opening the door. He enters the kitchen and smells the familiar aroma of morning coffee.
"Breakfast's ready, have a seat. How're the kittens" his wife asks.
"Damn cat" he says. "Should have run her off when she showed up last year". "Don't know why she stays where she ain't wanted". "Nothing but a nuisance is all she is". "Now got all those little ones running around". "I hate cats".
She gives him his plate and pours him a cup of coffee. He hungrily digs in, sopping up
his eggs with a warm biscuit. He tips his cup and pours some coffee in his saucer,
blowing on it to cool it off. "Damn cat" he mumbles.
When finished, he carries his dishes to the sink, rinsing them and setting them aside.
When her back is turned he quickly grabs the saucer and stuffs it in the pocket of his
bibs. "I'm going to milk the cows he says". "Take care" she calls, pretending not to
notice. In another moment he is gone.
He grabs his stool and bucket and sets to milking, the warm liquid quickly consuming the
container. He rises and walks into a distant stall. Bending down, he pulls out the
purloined saucer and fills it from the bucket in his hand. He places it beside the
squirming litter and watches as they stagger to its brim.
"Damn cat" he mutters. "Don't know why she stays where she ain't wanted".
One sunny day, we went to see wild flowers,
We followed mother because we were just kittens;
It was so beautiful, we forgot the hours,
We were playful kittens with feet like mittens.
We followed mother because we were just kittens,
The field was full of wild flowers- pretty;
We were playful kittens with feet like mittens,
Out from the tangled growth would pop a kitty.
The field was full of wild flowers- pretty;
Fluttering- came a group of blue butterflies;
Out from the tangled growth would pop a kitty,
Happiness - flowers, butterflies and blue skies.
Fluttering- came a group of blue butterflies,
Sweet, grew pink and blue flowers and purple weeds;
Happiness- flowers, butterflies and blue skies,
Us, kittens chased those butterflies at great speeds.
Sweet, grew pink and blue flowers and purple weeds,
It was so beautiful, we forgot about hours;
Us, kittens chased those butterflies at great speeds,
One sunny day, we went to see wild flowers.
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February 17, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Personification/Wild Flowers- Kittens and Butterflies
Copyright Protected, ID 16-758-573-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Personification Pantoum,
Kittens and Butterflies, sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
The morning aches like bricks today
And every step I take, my feet
Feel entangled in wild weed
I will not leave, I think I'll stay
A weight as much a mountains thick
Upon my shoulders burnt and bare
Entombed inside, I do not share
Alone I bend beneath the brick
I reach the wooden chair outside
And sit... and sigh... a kitten's meow
She wants some food, I don't know how...
She doesn't care, stares hungry-eyed
I watch her chase a butterfly
Her spirit reaches out to me
When suddenly a smile I see
Upon my face, I don’t know why
I bring my coffee to the chair
To watch her play so fancy free
The mist lifts from my mind, a bee
Hums summer songs in morning air
It’s now I find my problems so
Are few are farther in between
Enlightened by this morning scene
I feel I’m free to let it go
***
Augustus 11, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
It seems that saucy little girls are rather smitten,
By the playful antics of a cuddly, furry kitten!
Whether she teases it with a tantalizing feather,
Or when they take their afternoon tea together!
The long-suffering kitty must find it hard to understand,
Why it must submit to her every mortifying demand,
'Specially when she places a silly bonnet upon its head!
(It would much prefer that she'd scratch its ears instead!)
She dresses it in a frilly frock and parades it in her pram,
Swaddled in fancy blankets. Oh, what a ridiculous sham!
Most humiliating of all is seeing the inscrutable smirks,
And hearing the catty jibes of alley cats - those ordinary jerks!
She insists that it take tea with a bib tucked 'neath its chin.
For table-mates a chatty doll and scowling bear to its chagrin!
It patiently waits for its bowl of milk to be properly served.
It abhors the many social graces that must be observed!
Though it suffers through the little girl's many dreadful schemes,
It loves to snuggle among her golden curls as she dreams.
It softly purrs in her ear as its little friend goes to sleep,
Making sure that she is safe - only then does it fall asleep!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Kittens and Butterflies Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
~Rosie and Lady~
MORNING
A Painted Lady drinks nectar from a flower,
gathering pollen to nourish other plants,
a darling kitten, Rosie, seems lost full of glower,
Lady floats to her, as her crimson wings expand.
Gathering pollen to nourish other plants,
she sees Rosie alone while shedding a few tears,
Lady floats to her, as her crimson wings expand,
“I am confused and lost, thanks for finding me here!”
She sees Rosie alone while shedding a few tears,
a darling kitten, Rosie, seems lost full of glower,
“I am confused and lost, thanks for finding me here!”
a Painted Lady drinks nectar from a flower.
AFTERNOON
Alone they wandered far beyond the horizon,
Rosie smiles as she watches Lady flip and flap,
they journeyed into a dark cave, very surprising,
oh no, they were so scared and severely trapped!
Rosie smiles as she watches Lady flip and flap,
the darkness took over and left them alone,
oh no, they were so scared and severely trapped!
Finally sun peeked through and they went home.
The darkness took over and left them alone,
they journeyed into a dark cave, very surprising,
finally sun peeked through and they went home,
alone they wandered far beyond the horizon.
~Date Written: March 15, 2016~
Choc A Little Or Chocolate With Kittens
Warm sweet chocolate, creamy smooth
Cools off in aluminum baking trays
Laid out on the kitchen table on display
Gentle little paws dip cautiously at first
Test the gooey surface
Kittens waste no time, become immersed in brown sauce
Soft fury white things, warm pink bellies, pounce
Jump at the chance for mischief in the deep sweet
Roll around in chocolate
How neat!
Kittens lick their paws; make cute mew sounds with tiny lips
Unable to make mature meow inflections yet
Mother cat watches, stretches in a yawn, meows back
Helps them to master their language skills with another “meow”
As they mew some more, prance about, turning another color
I was Daddy’s little Kitten…
That was his pet name for me.
I was only four at the time,
I was happy and carefree.
Daddy gave me a Teddy.
I cuddled Teddy every day.
Teddy gave me comfort,
when Daddy worked away.
When Daddy came home from work,
His jacket would hang near the door,
every morning it was there,
My Daddy I loved and adored.
Mummy and Daddy were yelling…
One night before I slept.
Daddy’s jacket was gone in the morning…
I heard Mummy crying in bed.
“What’s wrong Mummy, where’s Daddy?”
Mummy wiped her tears and wept…
“Daddy and I have parted…
Don’t worry, I love you,” she said.
We moved to a place up north,
My Mummy, my Sister and I…
But my Teddy stayed at home,
we’d left Daddy and Teddy behind.
After a while we returned,
our toys and Teddy were gone,
Daddy gave all our things away,
Something was terribly wrong.
Mummy had decided,
Things would never be like before.
Daddy has now moved away...
And my teddy's living with the girl next-door.
Why do we call the good old days,
good?
Grandma was always talking,
talking about the days that had passed.
I wonder if they were really that good,
or does our mind play a trick on us?
Grandma loved sitting on her porch,
looking out over her land in her rocking chair.
Now the old rustic white fence,
is falling down from the last storm.
Her once beautiful flowers are all dead,
dead just like her.
"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find,"
sits an old tan and orange alley cat.
Oh how she loved to feed her stray cats,
then play with their furry kittens.
Will the squeaky old gate find a new tomorrow,
or be torn down and rebuilt with cement?
Kittens caper
Crinkle paper
To ruin the news
Wad it up
Bat and cuff
Bite and chew
Strike with claws
Shred with jaws
Rip to smithereens
No newspaper news
Today will be seen
Kittens spinning ‘round-and-‘round on a record player’s turn table;
Fuzzy balls of velvet hair, enjoying the ride.
Oh the elation of a, feline merry-go-round!
Ignored like morning stars
slinking-full in the belly
on the cusp of broken yards
Our yellow eyes woven together
(but not for very long).
Her litter will soon arrive
(balls o' furry fire),
playing golden harps
in the pine brush pile...
Raggedy-damp
bouncing hand to crumpled hand,
like winter harlots
and bar money...
disappearing
one
by
one-
needles and wool twine
frolic and playtime
creatures we adore
two gray kittens
tussell on the lawn
a strutting blue jay
Two kittens sleep
aside as I write purring
each in a moccasin