Silly Cat Poem by Sarah Sisson

My cat will not play with his new laser pen.
He stares at it aimlessly time and again.

Instead his is hopping just like a bronco.
In and out of this room he goes to and fro.

He is wild and silly this time of the morn.
I want to write poetry...and play. I'm torn...

...between the attention my cat's demanding.
I sit and I ponder one moment. His thing...

...is running around the house makes noise for me.
And now I'll get up and play. Why? 'Cause he...

...is relentless, frisky and he wont slow down.
I must go and play with my cat, the fat clown.


Copyright 01-10-2009