KITTEN’S VIEW OF LIFE.

KITTEN, kitten, two months old, Woolly snowball, lying snug, Curled up in the warmest fold Of the warm hearth-rug! Turn your drowsy head this way; What is life? Oh, kitten, say! “Life?” said the kitten, winking her eyes, And twitching her tail in a droll surprise, “Life? Oh, it’s racing over the floor, Out at the window and in at the door; Now on the chair-back, now on the table, ’Mid balls of cotton and skeins of silk, And crumbs of sugar and jugs of milk, All so cozy and comfortable. It’s patting the little dog’s ears, and leaping Round him and over him while he is sleeping, Waking him up in a sore affright; Then off and away like a flash of light, Scouring and scampering out of sight. Life? Oh, it’s rolling over and over On the summer-green turf and budding clover; Chasing the shadows as fast as they run Down the garden-paths in the mid-day sun; Prancing and gamboling, brave and bold, Climbing the tree-stems, scratching the mold— That’s life!” said the kitten two months old.