See the little kittens, prancing all around,
The fur on their backs standing up.
Then running each other into the ground,
They never tire, they never stop.
Stalking each other, sharpening skills,
Spitting in each other's eyes.
Wrestling around imposing their wills,
Heedless of each other's cries.
Momma cat just lays on her side,
Her tail serpentining up and down.
No need to scold, no need to chide,
Enjoying her kittens, making no sound.
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Excellent poem with a lot of attraction. Wonderful vivid images. The poem has a strong structure. I like and rate it 10. Kindly read and rate my poem 'A world of treason' on page 4. Thanks in advance. Warm regards Akmal