Frankenstein held this kitten close to his chest
his heart and the kitten’s heart had the same beat
He began stroking the creature’s fur
It was soft, like his mother’s hair
The townspeople returned with pitchforks, rakes and knives
This was the olden days before people had bullets or guns
Frankenstein and the kitten were nowhere to be found
The townspeople grieved, expecting the worst
Not understanding that the outside is not always
a reflection of the inside
Frankenstein had a heart that loved animals
This kitten was given the name “Halloween”
She lived with Frankie and his wife until her death
at the age of twenty-two
The old Mulberry tree
in my backyard it be
has now apparently
become the kitten tree
For a tiny black kitten
with a white paw mitten
sleeps in the tree at night
And my dogs give it a fright
for morning out they go
to the tree for they know
a kitten seems to sleep there
and they like to bark and scare
Kitten scampers down the tree
runs to the front yard to flee
my dogs scratch front door
for the kitten they will bark more.
Every morning dogs dance in place
at the back door they plant their face
eager to bolt out for the kitten tree
and bark and bark with dog joy glee.
But kitten rescued now gone away
but my dogs on schedule stay
every morning run to tree
but the kitten no longer see
I tell them kitten gone
but they look at me as if I'm wrong
Each morning routine same
no matter how I try to explain
the kitten gone never again to be
but my dogs refuse to believe
In time they will let it be
and come to ignore the kitten tree.
Beneath the Rainbow Bridge, my little kitten
Washes away her butler’s tears.
You were a tiny kitten resting in the palm of my hand—
A fragile heartbeat, a flickering breath.
And then,
A soft rainbow light subtly leaked through.
I held you in my arms and pleaded:
“Don’t cross the Rainbow Bridge.”
“It’s nothing but a foolish dream, a sweet illusion.”
The little kitten faintly whispered back:
“No...”
“Even so, I still want to taste that sweet illusion.”
The moonlight pouring through the window—
The windowsill trembles in the wind.
At dawn,
Your eyes were already closed,
Your tiny body cold as ice.
Within that warmthless presence,
I face your death and my own grief.
Your trembling final breath pierced deep into my heart,
And in that single moment, my entire life was shaken.
A faint imprint on your tiny paw pad speaks:
“I want to walk. I want to eat my fill.”
“I want to meet good friends and run together.”
“And sometimes, I just want to lie wrapped in my butler’s arms forever.”
I take a drag from my cigarette.
The smoke remains trapped, lingering motionless in my room.
I look at you.
Eyes like salted shrimp,
Despicable.
Then, one day.
Just before my breath stops,
The sharp, cold breath of death
Approaches me.
"Chirp, chirp."
Suddenly,
The cricket
Casts a Harry Potter spell,
And to me, it says "Meow,"
Becoming a baby kitten.
"Meow, meow, meow~"
I cry, too.
You cry, too.
A kitten steals your heart
its ballet sublime
Her delicate motions
swipe precious minutes of time
Then just when you say
to yourself, “Alright, that’s enough”
It curls into your lap
~ meows gently ‘midst fluff
Black kitty, my sweet cat.
The memory you left behind,
A small cardboard delivery box—
To you, it must have been a micro-universe.
And close to my bed,
Near my notebook where I look at the screen,
Sits the backup mouse
I bought for the frantic Nasdaq futures trading.
Unable to forget you,
Who has departed from me,
I just sit on my bed,
Gazing and gazing at you,
The you who is no longer visible.
Yet, I must sleep on this bed.
But my feet keep drifting over to that spot,
Inadvertently pushing your space away.
Then, the memory floods back.
Because I never, ever want to push
Your precious memory away,
Before I know it, I curl up tightly like a grub,
And fall asleep.
And then, I awake.
And that memory comes alive once more.
small kitten by road
cowers in fright from car
moon caught in her eyes
it had not rained in four weeks then
torrents ripped open the clouds when
lightning split the dark sky
I hear meow nearby
There's a kitten so thin
tiny, tendered voice
silky cream and charcoal fluff
a soft, small sweetheart
Playful
young kitten pounces
chases after ball of yarn
through kitchen, living room and hall
tied up
My kitten's four paws
Hide claws in his feet.
If his feet are on pause,
He is soundly asleep.
If he then starts to purr
In a deep warm soft rumble,
His engine is idling,
Ready for trouble.
Once upon a time Santa Claus was reading his Christmas list,
and he saw that a little girl called Sue wanted a kitten to kiss.
Santa Claus knew that Sue had been a very good girl all year,
so, he wanted to bring her a special kitten to always keep near.
Now, you may not know but Santa Claus loves kittens and kittens,
and has tons in his North Pole home that are as warm as mittens.
Santa brought a few (7) to his fireplace cozy room and tested them,
he placed each in a stocking- just (2) stayed the rest were mayhem.
Mayhem means when a kitten is being crazy and having some fun,
into this and that, stealing a cookie crumb, exploring and on the run.
Santa made a choice and it was not the stocking kittens by the fire.
but a brown 'n white fluffy kitten climbing curtains higher and higher.
For Santa knew that Sue was a girl who loved to twirl, leap and dance,
so she needed a delightful little kitten who liked to play, run and prance.
On Christmas morn' Sue screamed with delight as her kitten purred love,
and Sue's little girl big eyes sparkled like the winter sun shining above !
Little Oreo is nine months
Already planning his embroidered wall hanging
He’s so lovely he smashes the house,lol
I think he knows he’s spoiled
Can’t quite work his colouring out
Needs to be applied before I make judgement
He’s got a black fur on his face
No distinguishing markings but under his chin
Only white whiskers will make it stand out
And some clever shading.
Little Professor Oreo Double Cream Theodore Esquire.
a blue eyed beauty
confident in his striping
not so cuddly
i brought you home on a summer night
so small and warm, a fuzzy light
you ran through rooms without a care
your tiny paws were everywhere
you got chubbier, full of play
pouncing on toys throughout the day
you’d bite my hand, then curl in tight
and sleep beside me every night
you stopped eating but stayed by me
still followed softly faithfully
you looked at me like i was home
and laid beside me not alone
i didn’t see you slip away
my mom just told me yesterday
i searched the spots you used to hide
and sat there once or twice and cried
it’s quiet now where you would be
no tiny steps to come find me
your little life went by so fast
but you’re the kind that always lasts
his spirit dances all around
in every soft and gentle sound
a light that shines beyond the gloom
even in silence, his presence filled the room
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