CategoryAimee Robinson-French

The Harbour Kittens


Snoring softly beside the great open sea, Between the fruit markets and the fish stalls, Resting on the pebble floor of the quay, Two tiny kittens relax their paws, After a long evening of playing; Running through the markets with a fish in their jaws In the distance, boat horns sing, The streets are bustling with excitement, And the church erupts in peaceful worshipping, Ears twitching to the...

Blossom Park


After father returns from work, When the clock strikes close to nine, When the sky outside grows purple, And the stars begin to align, I watch in curiosity at the park beside my home, Just when they believe no one is watching, Small shadows begin to roam, Some come from trees, from windows or out of front doors, Some are grey, ginger, Or black with little white paws, I stare in amusement as they...