The Ballad of Percival Pur
The Ballad of Percival Pur A kitten small with whiskers long, full of play and feist Boldly bounding on a string that he finds rather nice Then plundering a plastic bag to escape its rustles Sneaking in a darkened cabinet in search of water bottles A lid he finds the chase is on as it attempts escape From his swatting paw that swiped the cap along its way A celebrating swish of tail relays the purs success As he circles ‘round his prey patting out his test Then across the floor he soars in zig zag patterns sprite Full force he plods upon a couch then zips right out of sight Bounding up the stairs he runs no foe can catch him now This mighty cat in his own world acclaimed with his own meow “Adventure fun now has begun the day is mine alone I shall not rest, I will not stop until I have dethroned The bore from human minds who watch me as I scat to play As they walk and sit and stand around in human ways.” Jade Jaspers