05 November 2011

A Poem at Seven

Halloween did come and go, I hardly even knew.
Our porch received no visitors with candy sacks in tow.

But I recall the week just passed that many times those steps
Provided passage in and out for children who did show

That kittens could be gentled down enough to let us know
Contentment from their gentle purrs when they were petted slow.

Now Dawson is the master at calming kittens' fears
He holds them to his bosom as he strokes their velvet ears.

From Pugga (Grandpa) to Dawson on his seventh birthday.

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