Cats Poem by Anita Wisniewska
Cats
The song of the cat is
Survive, survive
The game of the cat is
Staying alive
The love of the cat is
To be sleek and to thrive
To crouch, to creep
To pounce and to dive
To rip helpless feathers
With claws of steel knives
Then to stretch and to purr,
To snooze on plump thighs
To be stroked and caressed,
Admired with sighs
To dream savage dreams
Behind curtained eyes
ahhhhhhhh! ! i wish i was a cat............hehe! ! lovely poem...love dthe last two lines
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10/1/2023 7:29:44 PM # 1.0.0.1115
To crouch, to creep To pounce and to dive you are the best poem10++++++