A Sign On A Telephone-Pole Poem by Nancy Ames

My kitten is black and she loves the snow
and when morning ends the night,
she jumps out of the shadows to show
her blackness on all the snow-white.

Because no one can see her lately,
not since last Hallowe'en,
when she walked on our fence sedately
and the moon lit up the scene.

Nobody sees her when she's napping,
and then they step right on her tail,
so she tore up some Christmas wrapping
and now my kitten is for sale...

To anyone who has a well-lit place,
who's not too heavy on their feet;
sometimes it's hard to see her face
but she is really very sweet.