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‘Meow,’ ‘Meow,’ calls the kitten.
There he is at the door, looking up at me
endearingly imploring for a meal
which I promptly fetch from the kitchen.

He runs to his favorite place on the lawn;
eats with relish, then looks up, asking for more
with an insistent ‘meow’, which I can’t ignore.
His feast and my enjoyment end before long.

This friendly kitten delights by his coming,
which heralds moments spent in play and fun.
Often, as I get back home, there's this little one;
his voice from the garden, sweet and welcoming.

Sometimes he brings along two of his friends:
another kitten, with whom he frolics at will,
and a fat cat who, perched on a window sill,
purrs and, with playful acts, amuses no end.