He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.
He darts and pats the air,
He starts and cocks his ear,
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear.
He runs around in rings,
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible -
Then half-way through a leap
His startled eyeballs close,
And he drops off to sleep With one paw on his nose.
Lovely poem it’s my favourite poem especially cats and kittens keep making them and I’m sending this to ma school the best poem for homework hope u under stand from kat lady xx
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This is so typical of a cat! Eleanor plainly knew and understood cats well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful observational write of a young cat's actions.......well penned Eleanor.