mischief friend

jim56

got myself a kitten mischief is her name
to my cheeky friend life is just a game
doing all the things that little kittens do
always make you smile when your feeling blue

she is always happy never ever dull
plays around for hours with a ball of wool
tries to catch the flies on the window pane
they just fly away time and time again

then when she gets tired her eyes begin to close
climbs upon my knee for her little doze
shes my little rock always there for me
without my little friend i just couldnt be

  • Author: jim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2025 03:41
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  • sorenbarrett

    There are special bonds that cross species. A lovely write Jim



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