My cat is as black as the midnight sky.
He can do anything, even fly.
He purrs when I return
But, he can be stubborn and so stern.
My cat is fat, fat, fat
Running so, he is unable to handle that
He meows to say hi
And he piercingly squeals to cry.
My cat likes to play
He waits home for me all day
For legs, he has four
When he hurt his paw, it was sore.
He prefers to stay inside the house
Unless he is going out to catch a mouse
He is literally lazy
But sometimes, quite crazy.
My cat is so great
Something only a God could create
I always wish that he could talk
Especially when into my room he walks.
madalyn • Feb 13, 2024 at 2:07 pm
I really like your poem
Ryan • Feb 13, 2024 at 2:02 pm
Kitties are cool