Hiding

Little Puss and I
Like to hide in the grass
And wonder
About all the things that pass,
Like wind that sings
In the evergreen tree
And puffy white clouds
Floating by in the sky;
Or a ladybug that climbs
A stem
But just can't flit
Like a butterfly.
Then Little Puss reaches
To pat my cheek,
As though she's
Really trying to speak
In her kitten way
To say, "Mew.
It's a wonderful world,
And I love you."

~ Emily Brueske