Kitten Power
Twisting, turning, jumping up high
A leap that makes us fly
A dance led from within
Putting target in a spin
A dance for our biological survival
No other species can rival
A gavotte in place through eons of time
Up high for better view we climb
Then crouch down with target in focus
This is no magic or hocus pocus
Hunters of our prey
A toy today
No one teaches us
No one shows us
But all our muscles and our joints
All our senses to target points
Flexible in all sorts of moves
Designed to make those moves
Designed to create this action
Our target not missed by any fraction
Helps the mouse to catch
That may come on our patch
Or the bird to hook with our claws
Sparrows or Jackdaws..
Now firmly held in our jaws
Its only weakness to fly close by
Twisting, turning, jumping up high
Stalking, pouncing, watching with keen eye
Energy driving from within
No time for tickles to our chin
Power to paws
Grip with strong claws
Power to eyes to see the moving target
Power to the ears to hear the moving target
Power to our whiskers to sense a sudden change in air
Then our prey is seen
Our reaction very keen
Jumping and pouncing down from chair
This time a toy
To play with gives us such joy.
In dedication to Lulu Blanche & Pengu Noire …
two lovely kittens born only two in a litter and
devoted sisters..
