Miss Kitti walked into a field
Of flowers of every KIND.
She smelled one and quickly reclined
When to its fair scent she did yield.
From then on her fate was quite sealed.
People claim she sleeps to this day.
Whenever we see a bouquet
Or smell a lovely aroma
We ponder our sweet friend’s coma.
Where she is no one can yet say.
I made a mistake with me previous post. This is this week’s prompt.