My sweet autumn kitten, how you’ve grown,
Yet your silly face remains so small.
It is what I find in you most charming;
In fact, you are Prince Charming.
Sun spots on my bed craze your little head.
I wish I could have grabbed the sun from the earthly dome,
Wrapped for you in a fuzzy towel.
Your eyes would be as large as that of an owl,
And all the radiant mice would perish in your paws,
Your face, as always, still remaining small.
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 12:24 PM UTC
My sweet autumn kitten, how you’ve grown,
Yet your silly face remains so small.
It is what I find in you most charming;
In fact, you are Prince Charming.
Sun spots on my bed craze your little head.
I wish I could have grabbed the sun from the earthly dome,
Wrapped for you in a fuzzy towel.
Your eyes would be as large as that of an owl,
And all the radiant mice would perish in your paws,
Your face, as always, still remaining small.