In the secret sack under my bed,
There are anxious kittens, meek kittens,
Ferocious kittens
who were misunderstood often,
Kittens who would like to be
chefs and scientists
And rock stars all at the same time
As they dream under their tattered roof.
They're a mixed bag,
Black or brown, ginger or white,
They're all kittens who deserve a fair chance.

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'A Child's Play' is a part of, 'A Crooked Keepsake' an attempt at safekeeping selections from almost a decade of taking writing less than carelessly.