The Bad Kittens
by Elizabeth J. Coatsworth
You may call, you may call,
But the little black cats won't hear you,
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon,
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They are not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk,
Your softest, crooning call
Is less then the buzzing of flies,
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer
With a goblin light in their eyes.
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Thursday, September 23, 2021
The Bad Kittens
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