Kitten Irony
By Jillian Hair
lying across my bedroom floor
the darkness broken by flickering tv ads
kitten slinks through the night
her playful eyes glow bright
peeping over the heaps of blankets
i turned stretching out a yawn
to find her stare sweetly
the soft hum of her purr beckoning me to play
i hold her close and run my finger through the whisk of fur
the beautiful face and mischievous grin
luring me to sleep
the moment of quiet sleep
then a flash of fur a SWAT crushes on my face
ZIP! alone again!.
furball was gone!.
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this poem is about my cat named Got Milk and that poem is my most momorial moments
RIP Got Milk
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