My cat leaves home
Most nights to roam,
Compelled by the moon and stars.
For go he must,
And I daren't trust
He'll come back home without scars.
He sleeps all day,
Too tired to play,
And dreams of the moon and stars;
Then, up to howl
And off to prowl,
With some pause to lick his scars.
The kitten's ways
I miss most days,
Not minding the moon and stars
That beckon: 'Come!
'Let's have some fun.'
'No cat's a cat without scars.'
But that was then,
Before his zen
Discovered the moon and stars-
The life at night,
The hunt, the fight-
A life written in his scars.
The life and times of a moggie (cat) has yoonoos rightly said great rhyme all the way through this great write... Andy 10
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Excellent descriptions in these verses. With the joy and questioning that go along with having a cat. (I should know: I have got 9 mogs!)