Scarlett

• Vianney Hill, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

My new kitten is named Scarlett
My little sister wanted to call her Charlotte.
The same as the fish in her bedroom,
And the one before it met its doom.

Scarlett cries at the window at night
In through a hole to give us a fright.
She’s feisty, feral and quick
Sometimes her smell makes me sick.

Her breed is Tortishell black
She has beautiful stripes all up her back.
Scarlett wakes up at dawn
Although I give a big yawn

I follow the sound to the door.
When I open it she pounces on the floor.
She came to our family to help us forget.
Our old cat Jose who was a fantastic pet

We can’t replace him in our hearts
But having Scarlett around is making a start.

By Vianney Hill