The Kitten

Meow, meow calls the kitten;
 he's at the door, looking at me
 expecting his tidbits and tea
 which I fetch him from the kitchen.

He runs to his favorite place on the lawn;
eats with relish, then looks up, asking for more
with an insistent ‘meow’, which I can’t ignore.
His feast and my enjoyment end before long.

This friendly kitten delights by his coming,
which heralds moments spent in play and fun.
Often, as I get back home, he is the one
to greet from afar, his voice sweet and welcoming.

Sometimes he brings along two of his friends:
another kitten, with whom he frolics at will,
and a fat cat who, perched on a window sill,
purrs, and with playful acts, amuses no end.