White lightning.
A fuzzball of fur.
Enchanting green eyes.
Your three distinct grey marks
That sit upon your head.
My little kitten.
So precious and so new.
As you prance around me,
While I write of you.
Always sleeping by my side
Or upon my chest or back.
My snowball sweet babey.
How I lost you so.
Your gentle purr
Your curtain climbing fetish
I love you dearly.
Your my little kitty
And always will be.


This poem was written on September 29th, 2000