‘I’m a kitten’ my grand-daughter told me,
cavorting round my legs on all fours.
‘You’ve just got me for a present’,
rubbing her back against me
in well-observed cat-fashion.
‘And I’ll love you very much
if you’ll give me milk’
She kissed my bare summer legs,
soft as a butterfly,
unforgettable.
I stroked my dear kitten,
so pettable,
went to the kitchen
fetched some milk
for her to lap,
in a saucer, of course.