Kittens in a box,
On the side of the street,
Paws like little socks,
Playing with their treat.
A fluffy pink ball of yarn,
Perfectly entwined,
No need to scarn,
The unravelling yarn perfectly lined.
The kittens paw and tear,
Pulling the strings and gnawing,
A rancid scent in the air,
Laying down yawning.
The city has reached it's night,
Out goes all the lights,
The kittens sleep,
Leaving the ball they reaped.