The Saddest Kitten
By Dave
There once was a kitten, so fluffy and small,
Who loved to pounce and to chase and to crawl.
But one quiet day, in the blink of an eye,
A cone appeared out of nowhere and he let out a sigh.
His sisters watched him, their tails held so high,
With a twitch of their whiskers and a curious eye.
They pranced and played, they leaped and they roamed,
While the poor little kitten he sat there alone.
He looked to his dad with a pitiful frown,
His whiskers all droopy, his ears tilted down.
No more zooming, no more chasing his tail,
No more dashing through rooms, no more hopping the rail.
“Oh, dear cone,” the kitten whispered so low,
With eyes big and round with a sorrowful glow.
“I long to run and to play oh so wild and free,
But now you’re just sitting right there on top of me!”
His dad softly stroked him, “Just wait and see,
The cone will come off; you’ll be wild and free.”
So the kitten lay down, feeling sad but behaved,
Dreaming of freedom and feeling terribly brave.