Old Kitty Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Old Kitty
His soft caramel coat of fur
sports a variety of yard debris
from morning rolls in the dirt.
In a sprint that turns him into a blur
across the backyard,
he shakes off the lethargy of winter;
picks up his wildness with a fervor
not seen 'til advent of Spring.
Once more those old bones spark to life;
awaken from long winter slumbers
to rejoice with the rest of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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