The kitten
goes limp
as the best form
of defence.
It mews pathetically
as if to say:
“Will no one save me
from the clutches of this girl child! ”
Girl child
(a giantess to it)
clutches it
more tightly still
telling the kitty to:
“Behave yourself! ”
The giantess has just
put her right hand mitten
on kitty’s
bobbing head
transforming it
into court jester
and now tucked its bum
into her left handed mitten
so that it becomes
some
imaginary creature
a mapmaker’s myth.
Mummy cat
glares at giantess
who distracted
from her task
by an offer of
orange juice
sets the creature
free at her feet.
Mummy cat
snatches her kitten back
by the scruff of her neck
wondering what to do
about the changes
it has undergone.
The giantess
who has fallen
slowly to sleep
snores...snores
to her self.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-little-kitten-for-onelia/
