Kitten Poem by Mamata Bhatt

My cute little kitten,
Oh who would not be smitten,
Black and white combination,
I named him Panda in my imagination,
First we brought him house,
I thought it's in search of mouse,
Mew mew it cried running every corner,
Actually it was calling it's mother,
Innocent kitten was snatched at early,
It sought it's mummy surely,
Milk was it's favourite food,
Little by little it left brood.

It became a new member in our house,
Everyone shines no one renounce,
It's 3 months old now,
Meat and milk, it always say wow!
It always sits in kitchen in summer,
Walking away from the kitchen makes us tougher,
Crawling on our legs many times,
Bites on our legs if we ignore sometimes.

As the day grows hotter,
Touching on him is a crime like murder,
It growls like a tiger when it is angry,
Amaze us with his personal space thank thee!
A three months old kitten wants personal space,
I remember my vulnerable state of not being speak for myself erase,
How people change I learn from kitten's face,
Kitten who always sleeps under our blankets seeks a lonely place.