They call them pussy willows,
But there’s not a cat to see
Except the furry little toes
That stick out on the tree.
I think that very long ago,
When I was just brand new,
There must have been whole pussy cats
These small toes belonged to.
And every year what worries me -
I cannot ever find
Those willow cats who ran away
And left their toes behind.
by David Richardson, written at 10 years of age: as published in “Sunshine Magazine” (March 1971), Volume XLVIII, Number 3, page 23