I hold my Baby bottle close <br />Baby, help this baby grow <br />'Baby Kitten, find your home <br />bottle-feed you in Georgia.' <br /> <br />Baby on a Greyhound bus <br />the world all looks the same to us <br />home is where my heart is yours <br />Baby, hear this kitten purr <br />Baby, bottle-feed me here. <br /> <br />Baby Kitten under the Georgia trees <br />Baby Kitten, catch the leaves <br />don't they all smell like peaches? <br />Winter comes, warm my bottle <br />summer sweet river water <br /> <br />Baby, here under the trees <br />I'll wear your Baby Kitten collar <br />and in the winter's crystalites <br />I'll hide under a feather, <br />I'll hide under your feathers. <br /> <br />And we'll write little kitten poems <br />out of our beautiful skin and bones <br />until all the hidden beauty is shown <br />and our under-world is overgrown <br />with so much love we'll never be alone <br /> <br />I hold my Baby bottle close <br />this Baby Kitten is going home.<br /><br />Kelly Zion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-kitten-going-home/
