A Kitten

By: Anna Malgorzata Banasiak

Don't run away from me
I just want to talk,
touch You tenderly,
purring like a cat
on a tin roof.
I will enslave You
to think as I do
about me and in me
though it is dangerous.
Open me to the world
because mine is closed,
baby kitty.
Don't try to fight-
and so you are mine.
Shall we purr together,
dancing on the roof?