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In a shadowed alley, small and grey,
A kitten blinked, then looked away. No cozy lap, no gentle warm hand, Just cold brick walls in a lonely land. But then, a carriage, grand and tall, Stopped by the wall, he heard a call. A girl with eyes like summer skies, Said, "Look, a kitty, what a surprise!" She scooped him up, a furry blur, And took him where no cats were sure Would ever be a home so grand, A boarding school, a learning land! Stone hallways echoed, long and deep, When students studied, he wouldn't sleep. But whispers spread of a secret friend, This tiny cat helps their woes to mend. He'd nap on books in history class, And chase the light from the window glass. He'd purr so loud in math's long sigh, And bat at all the ink as pens flew by. At midnight feasts, he'd sneak a bite, Of buttered toast in candlelight. He'd curl up warm by the fire's glow, And listen to the stories that flow. No longer stray, no longer cold, Through this little cat, a story is told. He has found a home, a loving place, Our furry old friend, with a gentle grace. © 2025 Daniel James Harris. All rights reserved.
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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. 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. With eyes like gems, and fur like night,
A shadow cat, in silver light. He pads so soft, on velvet paws, Ignoring all the normal laws. He leaps and climbs, a silent grace, To chase the stars across the space. His whiskers twitch, he hears a sound, A fairy's giggle, echoing all around. He sees a mouse with tiny wings, And hears the willow softly sings. He's not a pet, he's wild and free, A magical cat, for us all to see. He guards the dreams of sleeping folk, And leaves behind, a misty cloak. He'll vanish so quick, before the dawn, You'll see him again when morning is born. © 2025 Daniel James Harris. All rights reserved. |
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