A Tip-Top Kitten

A tip-top kitten on the cot

Bites and pulls the cotton to the top;

Down and hides behind a pot

By seeing a mouse on the spot,

Starts to chase down, but not caught,

Stepping behind to the spot

Where the pot has a lot of flowers

Found a fly on the bar,

Attempts to get it but not caught,

While the pot fell down, broke into parts;

Turns his view to another part

To the kitchen, where has lot,

Searches for something where he got

A chicken roll on the bowl

And the nose has found out not a foul;

Heart lures to get on bowl

To eat every part, left in the bowl.

 

The hurly-burly, heart isn’t silly

Watching keenly, searching fully,

To the shelf, has much graft,

Chance many shift, but heart never left

From the bowl which is on the top;

At a final move, got the spot.

Marching legs, to the bowl

With hollow stomach which howls;

Eyes are fed with chicken roll

And tongue tastes it, gulp them all.

 

Eyes turn shut while rolling the tongue

In the bowl without bung;

Later after cleans the rest

Starts to lick upon his chest,

Then his legs with eyes shut,

Going on licking busy but

When I keep my finger at

On his head to shake a bit,

And he let his tongue to roll a bit,

On my hand, twice he did.

I find he feels drowsy a bit,

And I let him on a little bed;

He stretched and laid on the cot

And closed his eyes, snooze a lot.