Meow Meow... Poem by Varsha M
Meow Meow...
Meow meow was the call
Peeping of the window blind
I saw the pussy stroll.
Like on a royal escot
Walked with elegance
With an elevated tail.
Meow meow was the call
Seeking some new home
Maybe milk this round.
Every cat has His own reasons. But dont train him To capture butterflies. Nice work
A lovely poem on pet love. The picture is cute. Loved the title and the text.
If I were like a butterfly I would fly From flower to flower, Thinks the pushy cat - I would honey from flowers And give a hug to colours. The butterflies think What a brilliant creature are you pushy cat, You are loved by your Master You are coveted to young daughter You are allowed to the room Even cot or pillow or lap of maroon No matter who the person is You are just like a pretty childish, If I were a pushy tiger Never I would like to be again a caterpillar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 10:03:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A playful cat, a beautiful poem!