A kitten blue eyed as can be,
lives far about this land from me.
Not by choice and did confide
is where this kitten must reside.
A place where once did live this kitty,
nestled to big apple city.
A metro which seems never sleep,
but in her heart this kitten keeps.
Now living in the country air,
not damped her spirit, nor fueled dispair.
A place of which is missed so dearly,
is the home she knows as Jersey.
A kitten that I must contend,
a wound she knew not help me mend.
Another that was once now gone,
this kitten's helped me to move on.
So many friends of whom I care,
for you is who this poem I share.
That this accord be not of chore,
and do hope last evermore.