sylvia spencer

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Patience - Poem by sylvia spencer

Behind the Hebe, sits me the big black cat.
I have been sitting here for hours and my mistress
is saying ' why is he doing that; he has a lot of patience
just to sit there and wait, for a tiny creature who knows nothing
of his fate.
I am a big black cat who is now thinking ahead, because
it will soon be time for me to be fed; with tin can food and
bits from the house, but if I abide my time there will be a big
fat mouse.
I won't take it home for a present because she will only get mad
and she will call me names and say I'm bad.
No matter what I do she will always get cross.
When will she ever learn that I am my own boss.


Comments about Patience by sylvia spencer

  • (5/9/2006 2:45:00 PM)


    I love this cat, Sylvia. It is so cool and collected. It has its world well under control.
    Thank you for sharing.

    Love, Sandra
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  • (5/5/2006 3:38:00 PM)


    Yes this is true, they are very independent creatures,
    Thankyou Sylvia
    Love duncan
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 6, 2006


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