The kittens rolled in the fall leaves.
Gentle dog played with them, at ease.
Warm milk was placed on the ground.
Unbeknownst to them, they played above a historic burial mound.
Lapping fast and furious, warm milk filled them up ever so quickly,
and this all made them yawn, mouths stretching thickly.
Now, back into the cardboard box with a flannel shirt that was ripped and loved.
The kittens just pushed and shoved.
Dreams of fall leaves, playing and milk,
tickled their minds and paws like exotic silk.
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Rowan Finley
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Comments (2)
Aww, I really love this!
What a delightful and whimsical poem! Your imagery brings the scene to life beautifully, capturing the innocence and joy of the kittens and the gentle dog. The contrast of their playful moment with the historic burial mound adds a layer of depth, making it both charming and thought-provoking. I love how you evoke the warmth of their dreams with such vivid detail. Thank you for sharing this enchanting moment!