My 100th Poem!
Three Little Kittens.
Three little kittens trying to climb a tree
One hunting butterflies, the other chasing a bee
The third gets lost in an overgrown flower bed
And cries for his mother to come rescue him instead
One is a ginger, lurking In the long grass
Ready to ambush anything that might pass
Like a fluffy ball ready to pounce
With a hop and a skip, a leap and a bounce
As brave as a lion and as bold as brass
Stalking his poor sister, he creeps through the grass
The one with silver stripes on her back
The third, a tiger tabby, all golden and black
So easily distracted there is so much to see
With the attention span of a tiny flea
What a wonderful world to explore and to play
So much to discover, every step of the way
While mum looks on from the back yard
Always vigilant, always on guard
Alert for any possible dangers
Other cats and suspicious strangers
She knows they are not here to stay
Humans will come and take them away
But until then she will do all she can do
To keep them alive, safe from danger too
She will teach them how to stalk their prey
To hunt silently and patiently, night and day
To forage for food and to survive
Through long hard winters to stay alive.
Some will be lucky, they will find a good home
Others will remain wild and free to roam
Some kind humans will treat them like royalty
With love and respect, as one of the family.
C Denis Murphy 13 June 2019.