What do you want, little feet?
With your urgent chirrup and miaow
wide eyes turned my way
What do you want, little paws?
What is so pressing, you need to say?
Do you seek more from life, little paws?
Perfect predator, lithe of limb
Razor claws, tucked away
Do you miss the hunt, little feet?
What do you need, to be happy today?
Do you cry for a mate, little feet?
To fulfill a need for kits to nurse
Young to teach to pounce, to play
Are you content to be here, little paws?
Or is there something you’re trying to say?