six kittens play at chase;
a frantic, frenzied game of tag.
they tear across the floor
as tho their tails
were set aflame.
then leap straight up
as tho there's no such thing as
gravity.
and spring off sideways
on their tiptoes
to escape from me.
Fast little varments aren't they? lol...I can really picture this. Have you ever noticed how cute kittens can be in the pet store window? I swear there's a school; somewhere that teaches them how to sell themselves! Hugs Dee
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I likethe energy of this pice Moon. It has some resonance to me as I am having to deal with six pups who use out laminated floor as a toilet. This is a wonderful poem, you display the joi de vie really well.