by Julia Griffin

A cat was cute sometime this week.
A timid child began to speak.
A widow found a grateful pet.
A pauper learned an old barrette
Was actually a rare antique.

Though Congress seems a broken clique,
And globally the outlook’s bleak,
Somewhere not far from you, I’ll bet,
A cat was cute.

It’s true that Donald popped his beak,
In his accustomed state of pique,
And called himself Navalny—yet
Remember: on the Internet,
A cat was cute.