The kitten

Once there was a kitten
with white fur and blue eyes
So elegant were its ways
it was an angel in disguise

It knew no malice
and radiated with benevolence
No matter what it was put through
it always landed on four legs

A little boy was so fascinated
He flung it to the door time and again
Devoid of any empathy
He tested the feline’s resilience

The kid has grown now
And karma has caught up
He’s now flung from door to door
And he manages to stand up

He cannot let the world know
The angst within and all the trouble
For what the kitten and his guilt taught him
was to never bite or stumble.