Four Little Paws Poem by chris spurrell

Four little paws and two bright eyes
When he's around everything flies
Plants will go over and down on the floor
But he'll scamper around then out of the door
Up and down furniture he will run, never
Has one little kitten had so much fun
He'll pounce on his mouse as though it was real
But stop all at once when its time for his meal
While you go around and clear up his mess
He'll start over again the little pest
Then he'll climb up for a cuddle and purr in your ear
He knows he is safe and has nothing to fear
And you will wonder as he sleeps so sound
If he is a monster or treasure you've found.