Scarce Warmth

leaves have moved a bit,
so has the breeze,
theres a tickle in the nest,
with a cold sneeze,
the sun has lazily risen,
in the foggy sky,
resting on its arm is a sleepy kitten,
it sees around with half an open eye,
that girls have wore mittens,
snow is whirling round and round before it falls,
most things are white,
what kitten feels is very small,
the world is very large inspite,

The cat just jumped upon the parapet,
bothering the kitten, not that much,
the cat has brought some milk,
the kitten began to sip and felt with it, a soothing touch.

the kitten then lets out a scream,
just as its whiskers were wet with cream,
because cat ran away in a haste,
its breathes have slowed down with the same pace,
cause the bullet freed the blood,
and the kitten became one with the snow flood,
what wrong did the kitten do is not known to him,
he had drank the stolen milk lying near the mink,
the theft of the milk helped the man's cruelty over the brim.

this cold has brought scarcity with it,
scarce food, scarce warmth, scarce sun very unfit,
this cold is beautiful though,
the snow has dressed everything white like a bridal gown,
though in this pitch silence,
theres no one to hear the kittens frown,
theres no one to hear the kittens frown.