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.
