A vast wasteland stretched below,
As Kitty-God glided soft and slow.
She left behind her graceful clumps,
Some were square, and some were round,
A few, heart-shaped, easy to spot.
They rolled apart or huddled tight—
As Kitty-God napped in the sun, and forgot.
She flew above, with paws so light,
Turning the earth to seas so bright.
Her clumps became islands, scattered free,
Leaving shapes in the vast, blue sea.
Her little droppings, scattered with care,
Turned into minerals, rich and rare.
One day, Kitty-God coughed—a furball spun!
It floated down beneath the sun.
As it touched the earth and sea,
The fur spread out to sprout the trees!
Grass and plants, soft and green,
Covered the world with life unseen.
