A kitten small with whiskers long, full of play and feist
boldly bounding on a string that he finds rather nice
then plundering a plastic bag to escape its rustles
sneaking in a darkened cabinet in search of water bottles
a lid he finds the chase is on as it attempts escape
from his swatting paw that swiped the cap along its way
a celebrating swish of tail relays the purs success
as he circles ‘round his prey patting out his test
then across the floor he soars in zig zag patterns sprite
full force he plods upon a couch then zips right out of sight
bounding up the stairs he runs no foe can catch him now
this mighty cat in his own world acclaimed with his own meow,
“adventure fun now has begun the day is mine alone
I shall not rest, I will not stop until I have dethroned
the bore from human minds who watch me as I scat to play
as they walk and sit and stand around in human ways.”

As dictated by his purrness Sir Percival Pur and transcribed by his human,

Jade Jaspers