a kitten on the edge of a tree
his mother just looking at me
up to the highest
i can’t – though I triest
and watch what he can’t say to me

a kitten on the edge of the street
in the place where old lovers meet
the light is half broken
o’er vows nearly spoken
and a black cat might make this complete

a kitten on the side of the hill
works hard but silent and still
down to the glade
where he was just made
a Tom turns silence to will

a kitten without any voice
still has felinitous choice
a claw and a tail
without any fail
lead to coital rejoice

a kitten without any meow
untouched by the vets cheerful ow
with agonized squeak
offers to speak
but everyone begs please not now!