A Childs Play

In the secret sack under my bed,
There are anxious kittens, meek kittens,
Ferocious kittens
who were misunderstood often;
Kittens who would like to be
chefs and scientists
And rock stars all at the same time
As they dream under their tattered roof.
Theyre a mixed bag,
Black or brown, ginger or white,
Theyre all kittens who deserve a fair chance.

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A Childs Play is a part of, A Crooked Keepsake an attempt at safekeeping selections from almost a decade of taking writing less than carelessly.