Butters The Kitten

Butters the kitten

tap dancing around the room

pitter-pattering tiny feet

off beat

an old jazz record spins

I grin

when our eyes meet

he takes off

around and around

just found

his toy mouse

stuffing coming out

don’t get too used to

the house

farm cat in training

more pitter-patter

its raining

but the other cats

are still outside

hunting rats and mice

must be nice

to be a kitten

Butters is smitten

playing with my feet

and jumping on my head

but cute as a button

laying on the bed

purring…

until he attacks

scratching my back

and biting my arm

how much longer

until we can send

this farm cat in training 

packing to the barn?

 

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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