Fact: this is a caricature of my wife, Heather, purple hair and all.
Frozen Footsteps
Paws that played in puddled paint
Frozen footsteps, fleet and faint
crept across the kitchen floor:
tiny tiptoes, two, three, four…
Here a couple, there a few,
left behind by you know who.
When it happened, no one knows.
Naughty little kitten toes.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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