Kitten

The little kitten squirms
As it climbs out of its box
Its expression needy.

Staring at my face,
It cutely mews for something
But I don't know what to do.

Ah, the little kitten wants
its mother, and some milk to drink.
It also wants to play.

I smiled happily.
I brought her mother over.
The mother walks to Kit.

I walked over to her
And then she climbed into my lap.
She drank out of the bottle.

She crawls away
And she stares at her mother
With beady black eyes.

I love my little kitten.
I decided to name it.
The kitten's name's Pip.

(Notice that each stanza is a haiku.)