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To All The Poetry And Potpourri Fans

Play Day

Mother has been keeping busy with the Horses throughout the Day
Leaving lots of time for me to roam around, explore and play
Across the smooth dirt floor then slowly along the angled ladder to The Loft
All by myself without Mother's omniscient supervision!

I set off on my very first quest of personally fulfilling expedition
Up where there's huge mounds of dry grass that is incredibly soft
Heaped and piled high to feed the Horses and Cows down below
Mother says that it is also a great protector from Winter's cold and snow
Due to its ability to be mesh and lattice and become more dense

Which seems to make perfectly logical Feline sense
Since this dried out sometimes brittle stuff called 'Hay'
Seems to part so easily as I decide to dive right in without delay
Making warm and cozy tunnels as my paws plunge and curl and sweep
To take me well inside, though not too dangerously deep

I taste the scents of mold, dusty sweet corn and lingering loam
While my ears detect the sound of a slithering snake who shares this home
I also hear the sound of Mother's paws upon my newest lair
So, I think I will surprise her when I suddenly come up for air!

Jack Deth ~ 06/01/08.

Delightful, Jack..Thank you!

I Love your Kitty Poetry So Much, Jack; they are Always Enjoyable and Fun to Read. Thank you!

Good evening, Jack. That kitten picture is precious. Thank you.

I love your kitten poems. Thank you for sharing.