Willow

I do not speak of a growing tree

Or a machine that keeps fibers clean

I do not even speak of a movie

That apparently came from Disney

 

The willow I speak of is a cat

Sometimes I wonder how she'd look in a silly hat

Round and pink, her hat would be shaped like Kirby's

Although if I put it on, she'd probably be mad at me

 

In my mom's room she acts like a ghost takes hold

But when left alone, you hear the galloping of a horse in the home

The silly little cat will try to scramble up the glass window

But instead she performs her little parkour stunts

 

Into the table, she charges head-on

She walks away like nothing has happened

Her head is empty, but she knows one thing

Her heart is full with love, and we give back our love as we sing

 

We love Willow with all of our beings

No matter how much nerves could be struck

Patience is tested with the one I call a "turkey"

But cat cuddles are always the best