Soft and furry
You tend to scurry
Afraid of loud noises
You run in a hurry
Always so delicate your little white socks
You are always so gentle as your round body rocks
As you get the intense urge to zoom
I can often find you sunbathing in my room.
As you kneed the dough of my thighs
I think about myself being alive
I can't even image a day without you here by my side.
I still think about how lucky I was that you picked me,
Regardless of how scared you were to come out of that cat tree.
A companion for me.
A companion for you.
We met on that fated day, just us two.
- Author: Libby Lane (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 29th, 2022 10:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Originally written November 20th, 2022 about one of my cat.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
Comments1
I think it was fate.
Glad the cat is your mate.
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