Tabby fur with the color of three,
Follow only three activities.
Either you, sleep, eat, and do zoomies,
Life is packed with you in my territory.
Watching you became my very own hobby,
Odd hooman, who keeps calling me fur baby.
You exhaust me, if only you knew.
Yet with nomnoms, makes me tolerate you.
Tabby fur, I'm back home, did you missed me?
I bought something from the store, come and see.
Say Tabby fur, why are your frowning? Didn't you like it?
I thought having a cat tree would make you happy a little bit.
Stoopid hooman, got home late.
Made me worry, waiting made me irate.
Silly hooman, why bother buy a gift?
It looks nice, but I won't admit.
Tabby fur, it's time to go to bed,
We got another day tomorrow, don't forget.
Tabby fur, you're my best friend.
Just so you know, adopting you is not mine to regret.
Silly hooman, getting ahead of himself.
He should be grateful because I can take care of myself.
He didn't adopt me, he shared me his realm.
Headbuts I give him and purred a secret that I will never tell.
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Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A POETRY COLLECTION] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hannah Redspring [PUBLI...
