A Child's Play

In the secret sack under my bed,There are anxious kittens, meek kittens,Ferocious kittens who were misunderstood often;Kittens who would like to be chefs and scientists And rock stars all at the same time As they dream under their tattered roof.They're a mixed bag,Black or brown, ginger or white,They're all kittens who deserve a fair chance. *** ‘A Child’s Play’ is a part of, ‘A Crooked Keepsake’ an attempt at safekeeping selections from almost a decade of taking writing less than carelessly.