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Kittens in a
Basket
For Sarah
Small carnivores in training ‘gainst the day
When they’ll stalk crickets through the morning dew,
Progressing thence to mice and larger prey
For now they attack the basket and
each other,
Patrol the jungle of an old bath towel,Torment the dachshund and their own poor mother,
And, being cats, rehearse a high-pitched yowl
Their eyes are wide, their teeth are
sharp, their fur
Is softer than a dream of Eden’s dawnThey signal naptime with a three-cats purr,
And so dismiss me with a gentle yawn
Someday wild hunting will be their
great art;
The only thing they capture now is my
heart.
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