My Best Friend




Five months I hunted for two special kittens.
Reaching for Mother Goose, I read about the kittens who lost their mittens.
I cried. Then  downtown, I spotted a calico kitten across the street.
Easing my way through the crowd, I kept my eyes on his black and white feet.
Nothing could stop my chase. My new friend sat down with me on a bench.
Dearest is what I named him, and every day he purrs his love for me in French.












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