When I Grow Up

by | Feb 25, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Six little kittens sat talking one day
Of their big cat cousins far away
And each little kitten took their turn
And said;

When I grow up
I’m going to be….
A leopard
And I’ll hunt so silently
All by myself, solitary
And I’ll drag my catch high in a tree
Where no-one can reach it except for me!

When I grow up
I’m going to be….
A panther
And be a leopard in disguise
In jet black coat with piercing eyes
Proud strong and jungle wise
I’ll catch prey twice my size!

When I grow up
I’m going to be….
A lion
With a swishy tail and a magnificent mane
I will be king of the African plain
Over my pride of lionesses I shall reign
And roar louder than an express train!

When I grow up
I’m going to be….
A cheetah
Sleek and slender with tremendous power
To reach speeds of 70 miles an hour
At jackals and vultures I will glower
But from hyenas and lions I will cower!

When I grow up I’m going to be….
A tiger
I’ll be a rebel and obey no laws
With my mighty muscles and big fat paws
From which I’ll extend my fine sharp claws
And kill with my powerful jaws!

But the sixth little kitten
The smallest of them all

When I grow up
I’m going to be….
Just like mummy
And be owned by a family
I won’t need to be fierce,
When they stroke me
I won’t have to hunt,
Because they’ll feed me
I won’t have to roar,
Just purr softly
I won’t feel scared,
Because they’ll protect me
I won’t have to race,
I can just be lazy
And sleep on their bed,
Because they’ll let me

That sounds good the kittens agreed
Let’s all be cats of the domestic breed


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