Two little kitties
Wandered away
Into the prairie
One summer day.
One on two feet,
Rosy and fair,
Almost a baby,—
“Golden Hair.”
Four feet,—useless,
Eyes fast closed,
Borne in a basket
The other dozed.
Searching in terror
Far and wide,
“Golden Hair’s” mother
Moaned and cried.
Mother Puss calmly
Following slow,
Listening,—calling
Meoh!—Meoh!—
Mother Puss found them,
A little heap,
Down in the deep grass
Fast asleep.
