The Kitten

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke

Our little white kitty

Is so wickedly witty

Seeks attention, gracefully gritty

So ruthless, shows no pity

Every tiny passing pest

For her is a quivering quest

She will chase it, catch it, grab it

But rarely will she kill it

Basking in the window sill

Sometimes rolling, sometimes still

Plotting plans to pounce

The branches where the birds bounce

Spotlessly spick and span

Hide and seek her favourite prank

If anything has slightly stirred

She is at once keenly alert

Little more than two pounds

Fearless to provoke the honest hound

Eyes are like amber stone

Predator who hunts alone

Follows her own rules

Not a dog please excuse

Sharp nails in her claws

A bundle of fur in my house

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke