I love a little pussy,
so furry and so warm,
if I do not harm her,
she'll give me all her charm.
So I'll not pull her soft hair,
or ever push her away,
pussy and I
can play all day.
We sometimes play behind the barn,
where no-one ever sees.
All day till night,
pussy and I are in the trees.
I never thought to ask her name,
all she wants to do is play.
But now I need to let her go,
she hunts for mice the rest of the day.
Micheal Widdison
1982
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All My Favorites from 1980-1996
PoesiaCurrent poems have been written from the 1980's to 1996.