the raindrops on rosesare the teardrops from kittensfloating on the breezeto play is their missionthey dance with dead leavesand tussle your hairthey lick at your skinand leave red therethey yowl through stormsand purr with the rainthey lie still sometimeswhen it’s a calm daybut next time the wind whipsremember they like to playkeep them happyto holdContinue reading “Kittens on the Breeze”