My Sweet Little Black Poem by Melanie Weeks
My Sweet Little Black
I got you when you a kitten,
Now you're a cat.
You're never mean.
Your ever sittin'
On grandma's mat.
Whenever I lead,
You'll surely follow.
Your eyes are green,
Your coat is black,
That shines with a satin sheen.
When I rub your fur gently,
After you've done a good deed,
It is always nice to read
To my sweet little black.
Friday, September 12, 2008
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4/24/2024 12:54:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The cats lucky to have a caring owner. Great poem.