Bumble Cats

Bumble Cats

A Poem by Frances Clark

They ran in play, and play was their happiness.

They looked too small to be on their own,

But it didn’t matter because this was invented.

They were yellow, with bumble bee looking hair,


Zigzagged with black, and ginger dots

That were very small and blended in.

She attempted to draw in the cutest one,

She thought with her kitties treats.


Her Fatty and Tic-tin jealous and meowed.

The smaller ones were soon to run off, she was unsuccessful.

And her Fatty was corrupted

Unnecessarily battered by a too round family stranger woman.


Fatty so strong and fine but it was Tic-tin,

She was battered and it broke her.

Love and rage had to protect,

However it was difficult and scary


So Tic-tin had to be passed.

And under the tall fence, over at the back of the green

Laid all those small bumble kitties,

Flattened and death was smudged in them.

© 2013 Frances Clark

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Frances Clark

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Flattened and death was smudged in them.

I love the English and the phrase' s, as they settle in my ear, "Smudged" a ten point word !

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Added on August 25, 2013
Last Updated on August 25, 2013
Tags: Cat, animal, dream, tragedy, death, happiness, bumblebee, kittens, fat, love