Limericks

Two kittens appeared at our door

From a windowsill life lived before.

Now each morning starts

With attacks on our hearts—

And demands to be fed evermore.

There once were two cats late at night

Who treated the hallway like flight.

At three-fifteen sharp

Came out of the dark,

Some screams only cats find polite.

There once were two cats by the pane,

Who monitored sunshine and rain.

Each neighbor who passed

Was judged hard and fast—

Then silently added to “bane.”