Best Of Friends Poem by Rod Morris

Best Of Friends



He walks around the house all day upon his face a smirk.
The hours he likes to while away whilst I do all the work.
Then when he lies upon the couch, I look from up above.
Into those deep-set hazel eyes that mirror his deep love.
He makes me sad, he makes me glad, and I can tell you that:
No matter what he does to me, I'll always love my cat.

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Rod Morris

Rod Morris

Auckland, New Zealand
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