Young Kitty
Young Kitty was orange,
her green eyes were bright.
She slept all the day,
but she hunted at night.
Young Kitty was lonely,
her mother had left,
so her heart felt quite empty
and her soul was bereft.
She wandered the meadows
and meowed at the moon,
in the hope that a new friend
would answer her soon.
Each night she went roaming,
alone in the field
in the hopes that her heartache
and sorrow would yield.
One night while she hunted,
she heard a strange cry
from the dark emerald bushes
beneath the dark sky.
She tiptoed in silence
to that cry in the night
and stared through the bushes
at a wondrous sight.
There on the damp ground,
on her back with a grin,
lay Young Kitty's mother,
much to Kitty's chagrin.
"I've searched," she said loudly,
"for many a day,
since they took me, Young Kitty,
since they took me away."
"But now I have found you,
my sweet kitten dear,
and I'll always be with you,
I'll always be near."
Young Kitty was orange,
her green eyes were bright.
She slept all the day,
but she hunted at night.
Young Kitty was joyous,
with her mother she crooned,
as they wandered the meadows
and meowed at the moon.
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