A Kitten

by Eleanor Farjeon

He’s nothing much but fur And two round eyes of blue, He has a giant
purr And a midget mew.

He darts and pats the air, He starts and cocks his ear, When there is
nothing there For him to see and hear.

He runs around in rings, But why we cannot tell;

With sideways leaps he springs At things invisible—

Then halfway through a leap His startled eyeballs close, And he drops
off to sleep With one paw on his nose.

Little Pussy

by Jane Taylor

I love little pussy, Her coat is so warm, And if I don’t hurt her,
She’ll do me no harm.

So I’ll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away,

But pussy and I Very gently will play.

The Bad Kittens

by Elizabeth Coatsworth

You may call, you may call,

But the little black cats won’t hear you, The little black cats are
maddened

By the bright green light of the moon,

They are whirling and running and hiding, They are wild who were once so
confiding, They are crazed when the moon is riding— You will not catch
the kittens soon. They care not for saucers of milk, They think not of
pillows of silk, Your softest, crooningest call Is less than the buzzing
of flies.

They are seeing more than you see, They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer With a goblin light in their eyes.