The Kitten

The Kitten

Now here, now there, now up, now down,
The little kitten’s like a clown,
Chasing his tail or jumping on the table,
Squeezing into tiny spaces anywhere he’s able,
Begging for food, purring loudly on my lap,
Poking at the older cats with more than just a tap,
Playing with a ball, trying to catch a bug,
Jumping to the window sill, rumpling up the rug.
Sometimes we don’t hear him as he flits from here to there,
And then he races thunderously going who knows where.
Later he’ll sprawl on a cushion, enjoying his repose,
Dreaming little kitten dreams of something no one knows.
- Kay Carlsen