Ghost Kitten Ramble
When it is dark he’s colored dark
And when its light he’s lite fur white
He can blend into the sunshineHe hides under blankets of night
With little care for home and lodge
With one eye open sleeps awake
Attendant on the midnight watch
The other closed asleep he wakes
He gnaws the hand that feeds him treats
Then licks his five toed barb clawed feet
He’ll never let me pick him up
My ghost kitten, to hold and keep
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