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Kittens?

Sally

It hit me when I saw them play
That fuzzy tumbling adorable ballet
Of baby animals. I was smitten
But — they’re just a kittens!

Okay — not kittens. Tiny webbed feet
Downy feathers, little bills, complete
The picture — Gosh! I’m smitten!
They COULD be a kittens

Actually, I could call them a litter
But they’re a brood, all a-skitter
In the lake. I’m smitten
But no — not kittens!

These ducklings make me laugh and smile
No agenda. No politics. No guile.
Just joyful play. I was as smitten
As if they were kittens.

I’ve been swimming in the lake. Of course, I can’t take pictures of the ducklings while I’m swimming, but sometimes when I see them, all I think is that they’re just like kittens — except they don’t have fur and claws and whiskers. Instead they have fuzzy feathers, webbed feet and bills. Other than that they’re pretty much exactly the same.

This is in response to David’s W3 prompt to write a poem about something that amuses you. Ducklings amuse me. So do kittens.

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9 thoughts on “Kittens?”

  4. Oh yes adorable, and a great poem. Love kittens, ducklings and puppies and and and – all animals actually, baby or grown – but I love to watch the fluffy flooted chickens, amuse me all the time!

    💞Suzanne

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