The Harbour Kittens

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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 music around them,
The kittens grew curious,
And that’s when they found them,
A big red boat, filled with jolly fishermen,
Telling stories of their great travels,
Everyone laughing and whispering,
The captain noticed the kittens and bent down to the floor,
Outstretching them tuna and cod,
Until their little furry bellies could not take anymore.

Aimee Robinson-French

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