Just to repeat, I did NOT come up with this awesome way of poem-writing.


Snowkit

I watch them

Playing

Is the thing I want

Most

Of my clan still doubts me these

Days

Go fluttering by

Faster

The other kits are than my

Paws

Throw into the air and I am

Beaten

Is what Bambykit makes of me

Always

My mother gives me

Encouragement

Goes past my deaf

Ears

Are what I seem to be

Missing

Are the cats very

Suddenly

There's something glinting in the sky, something big and sharp it

Is

My mother (Sekletal) running towards me

Fast

Comes the swoop and my

Scuttles

I make as I am lifted a

Little

Coverage is provided; Mother and Bakenur run at the

Thing

Is hurting my

Back

There they both have to let

Go

Of my limp pelt.


(I hope that wasn't too little info, Blitz.) Did you guys get it? If you still don't, then try reading it out loud.