Milk ring thrower

And now I deal with the second opinion. Having a kitten helps. Playing milk ring helps.

With the kitten

I watch the birds,

Play endless games

Of milk ring.

She does not

Consider me

Disabled.

She knows me

As a good

Milk ring thrower

Who will continue

To throw it again,

From wherever I sit.

She knows

I am good

At what I do.

Kitten joy

There's something about living with a kitten.

We live with kitten joy:

Ever hopeful

Her milk ring

Will be discovered

Where she found it

Four days ago.

Last night she dropped it

In the open dish

Of parmesan cheese.

Only by chance

We opened the container

Before putting it away.

There it was.

Milk ring

Oh milk ring

Oh plastic milk ring

Such simple kitten joy.

She knew

We’d find it

Where she left it

Just as she knows

There are milk rings

Under every cushion

If we would but only

Look.

Wired

I have a friend who said he would like "the kitten experience." We are living the dream.

The kitten woke up
Completely wired.
We all watch her:
Me
My beloved
The grandfather cat.
She has bottle caps
Milk rings
Hidden
All over the house.
She finds one.
It is the most fascinating thing
She has ever seen;
She has never seen it
Before;
It is completely new.
She brings me one.
We may play fetch;
Then again
Maybe not.

Milk ring

Another in the kitten series. 

I wonder if milk rings have another name. I wonder if they could be marketed as cat toys, perhaps sold in containers of six or twelve. I wonder when kittens outgrow milk rings. The grandfather cat used to store his milk rings in his food dish. Perhaps they are always useful, somehow, for something.

For want of a milk ring

The kitten finds more things

To climb,

More things

To push to the floor

The grandfather cat

To annoy

Once again

.

A new milk ring

Is a thing of joy,

A thing be carried and thrown

In the air,

To be rolled on

And rediscovered

To be taken up

Again and again

To hide in shoes

And find.