In the perspective of a cat.
Cold wet fish, squirming on a rock.
Big long fish, swimming by the dock.
With swift-moving paws, I catch my tasty dinner,
In the fast-going streams of the big blue river.
The fish beneath the water all flee and swim in dread,
For between my teeth and in my jaws, their comrade now lies dead.
Tonight I shall eat well, with the fish that I have caught,
For I have found the greatest meal, that for hours I have sought.
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Short Poems By Me
Short StoryYou read the freaking title, you know what this is about... (Btw, I am in no way saying that these are any good, nor do I claim them to be. These are just some of the writings I have that I may use for other novels I am writing. Please do not take t...
