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A kitten so small, with paws of snow,
Found a ball of light, with a gentle glow. Not wool nor thread, but starlight spun, A cosmic yarn, beneath the moon. He batted it out, with playful glee, And watched the stars, dance wild and free. Each tiny tug, a whispered wish, An enchanting galaxy of sparkling fish. He chased the strands across a silver stream, And wove a world within a dream. With every leap, and every bound, He spun his feline magic, all around. The yarn of stars, now a feline's art, A purring spell, within his heart. So if you see, a twinkle so bright, A kitten is playing, long into the night. © 2025 Daniel James Harris. All rights reserved.
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Above the hills, a fluffy sight,
A cloud-cat drifts, in soft moonlight. Its paws are mist, its eyes are dew, It watches dreams, both old and new. It leaps across the starry streams, And chases after silver light beams. It purrs a sound, a gentle breeze, That rustles through the whispering trees. If you look up, on a dark clear night, You might just see its gentle light. A shadow so soft, a furry friend, A cloud-cat's journey, without an end. It sleeps on rainbows, bright and bold, And dreams of stories, yet untold. A creature made of sky and air, A fantasy cat that is beyond compare. © 2025 Daniel James Harris. All rights reserved. |
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