The Kitten at Play
I visited a friend’s home.
They had a kitten.
The kitten was black and white.
He was a pretty kitten.
It was the fall of the year.
The dead leaves were on the ground.
The kitten saw a pile of leaves in the yard.
The wind blew the leaves.
The leaves whirled round and round.
The kitten ran after the leaves.
He could not catch the leaves.
One leaf stopped.
The kitten thought it was a mouse.
So he put the leaf into his mouth.
When he found it was not a mouse, he dropped the leaf.
But the kitten still chases leaves.
I like to watch him play.