Cat On The Kitchen Window Poem by Chevelle Reid

The smell of fresh pie bake at the window Hmm!
What a smell worth to swallow
Up from the ground and unto the curtain trying to hold on and making certain
That fresh sweet smell doesn’t go to waste
Swing to and fort in order to get a grip
Bam! That hurts as-

Pots, pans and buckets flying up and down in the air making magic
Yet I can’t let go as the smell wrestle with my tiny nose
Down I landed on the counter trying to make a pose
“At last I made it”.

As the smell of fruits it my nose I sprang towards it in order to get a tip
But no, Spam! Into the head and through the window
The baker took it as she smells her product and went back in. Then I took a spin and this time had good landing in

In too its body I place my paws as I taste it steams came through my jaws Hmm! That the taste of pie
This thing is worth to die
As I felt a kick and puked it Hmm! That’s the work of a cat on the kitchen window