Meow. My little kittens,
I love your purring little bodies.
They bring me tears of joy
and my happiness exceeds its limit.
Meow. My little kittens,
I will always push you behind my back,
when the bad man comes
with the sack.
I promise to always be there for you,
and you must promise me to breathe and never stop.
Melita Zvirbule
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mad-old-cat-lady/
