“Two Kittens by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Born to a cat called Mitten
Were two tiny little kittens
Nested in a basket
They purred for the warmth of a blanket
Coated in short velvet hair of midnight black
From whiskers to tail they were beauty black
Soft cuddly and adorable
They searched uncontrollably
Twisting and twirling
Their little tails floundering
Tiny purrs pleading
They comb their little basket for a blanket
To feed her little kittens
And warm their tiny bodies
Mitten must feed her tummy
With something very yummy
Mitten searched for food
She stayed close to her brood
With their small eyes still closed
Mitten’s little kittens mainly dozed
Mitten peered and listen
Her bright ocean blue eyes glisten
She spots a mouse
Coming from a house
The mouse had just feasted
Groggy from its feast
It moved slowly
Mitten pounced boldly
She knocked her target out
Picked it up in her mouth
And feasted with delight
Then licked her whiskers clean till they glisten bright
Mitten returned to her kittens
And found them soundly fast asleep
She covered her little kittens
And soon fell fast asleep”
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