*Thud* as you hear,
A cat jump down,
Turn around to check,
Nothing there,
*Meow* goes a cat,
Where from?
I don't see,
Something wrapping around your legs,
Go away smokey,
You look down nothing there,
*Jump* as the bed bounced,
The cat jumped on the bed,
But you look....there's no cat,
*creak* goes the door,
The cat sneaked out,
But no cat to be seen,
You hear a cat eating/drinking,
But there's no bowls or cat,
Whats making these noises?
There's no cat, not no more,
He died on 20th may,
so what makes these movements?
Not the dog he's too noisy,
Could it be smokey's spirit?
To say he's ok?
Or is it just your mind playing tricks,
Making you think he is still around.
Wrote this about loosing my baby smokey (the cat)
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