The Kitten Tree

Two tiny stripey kittens

think that I’m a tree

with sharpened claws

and agile paws

they scale my legs

to the knee.

At table height

they alight

to see what they can get

a tasty treat,

some cheese, some meat,

two cheeky little pets.

Scratched and sore

I shoo them off

to scamper on the floor,

but turn my back

and just like that,

they shimmy up for more.

 Vanessa Proctor

Through the Looking Glass

Volume V Issue I, March 2016