Pitter and Patter;
their paws hit ground.
Tails high they play,
astride one another,
exploring, questing,
pouncing w' no sound.

Playing,
bounding, running,
tiny paws bashing,
little teeth flashing.
running in circles,
around they go dashing,

their play fills the day before
tuna and milk they do adore,
as they will do, for'er more.

With eyes like night and gold,
and long fur on their mittens,
Brother and sister are they;
My precious twin kittens.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 990 AF.