Captive*

Soft as silk and black as sin,
What a cuddly mood he's in.
He curls his little kitten self
On Granny's ample bosom shelf.
He purrs and then he purrs some more,
Contentment oozing every pore.
She smiles at him, reduced to "ahhs"
As he wraps her heart around his paws.

*Another poem from the Hooligans' kittenhood.