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Kate

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Saturday, 20th July 2002 @ 10:15:15 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

Come, little kitten, I won’t hurt a soul.
Welcome to life, let me show you around.
Come, little kitten, fresh, bloody, and cold.
Please, take my hand and I’ll show you around.

This is the garden where you will chase frogs.
This is the tree where you’ll pray.
This is the river from which you shall drink.
Notice, the sun’s out today.

This is the lifetime that you will get.
You’ll live only fourteen years.
Come, little kitten, you’re soaking wet.
Come dry those eyes and have no fear.

This is the boy who’ll raise you up.
He’s already twelve years old.
Please grow to love him for part of your life.
At nineteen, love will lose it’s hold.

Please grow attached. Get as close as you can,
and maybe I’ll wind up wrong.
His mother will die before you do
and he’ll need you to carry on.

Come little kitten, at nine years old
you’ll lose the use of your ears.
Come little kitten, I know you’re cold.
You can sleep over here.

Come little kitten, I wish you well,
I know you’ll have fun in your life.
You came just in time, my cowardly friend
to see the boy marry his wife.

You’ll help your new friend through ups and through downs
and overall, it’ll be good.
I wish you farewell and a bon voyage
and know things will end as they should.

Remember the tree, remember to pray,
remember to chase those frogs.
Remember the river. Remember your life
‘cause next time your one of the dogs.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2002-07-20 22:15:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Kate (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 10:09:37 AM AEST
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very nice
a fine write

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