The kinda kitten I like is the
persnickety type
A frequenter of libreries
and barns perchance
Tweedy of skirt and hornrimmed
a pistol sequestered about her
pantheresque personnelle
On the surface
dainty and punctilious
yet possessed of a secret
demeanour
The febrile dementor, the
don't-call-me-dame as wild
and fearsome as when the wind
swells into a hurricane
Undomesticated
swill yer own porridge, hobnob
the other gals may whisper
they slurs, and
Rumors may swirl
what does she see in that varmint
but she sees, and I see, and I
shall delay you kind folks no more
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