To A Cat Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

To A Cat

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The big fat cat
is sitting on the mat.
Sitting by the fire
no feline time for hire.

No cares today
no master in any way.
In a warm well lit room
every comfort always groomed.

Do not spin or sow
no difficult path to hoe.
So evolved will not try
so will never peach verdant sky.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

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