BRING THE PRISONER FORWARD

Listen, my little kitten.
Pay attention, do.
I want to know who made this mess,
Confess now, was it you?

I might forgive your mischief,
Oh, foolish careless youth,
If you'd exhibit some regret
And a respect for truth.

How can you look so blameless
With proof still in your claws?
Your purring gets you nowhere,
Nor do your soft, small paws.

Ah, well, I must consider
That these are your "salad days,"
And as an older, wiser cat
Perhaps you'll mend your ways...???

-VIOLA K. HUNT

---CATS---

Tumbling and racing and climbing the chairs
And tiny ones climbing the drapes and the stairs
Then out to the kitchen for something to eat---
WHOOPS! ---to the sand box with quick Iittle feet!

There they go racing, their toys to pursue
Our throw rugs go flying and land all askew!
Then suddenly tired and cuddly and sweet
They're happily curled and snug at your feet!

-CONNE P. MORGA