Orange stripes wrap him
In a bold display of fur
And yellow eyes peer forth
Before he pounces in a blur
With his toy subdued
He settles down for a purr
But not for long mind you
This cat has things to do
He must vanquish the spiders
And tear the toilet paper through
Then after a languished scolding
He rolls over on his back
Pawing at the ceiling
Begging a polite and playful attack
Before long he sleeps
The best way to keep a throne
He dreams of wild hunts
And of wild sprawling plains to roam
Then with a long stretch
That sets his tail a-twitching
He jumps into my lap
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A/N:
I had such an AWESOME cat! He was da bomb.
-DarthPadre
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PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
