Ode To Pretty Cat

Ode To Pretty Cat My cat has female inclinations when it purrs It does not speak in English using words But has a perfect soul Pretty Cat gets by, with its billowy fur Prefers not fighting and takes flight At any sign of danger or such notions Avoids all confrontations Wears his fluffy yellow hair like gold He spreads out on his pillows that are its oceans Unfolds, unfurls his coat in thick proportions Spoiled, preened and cleaned in lotions He’s such a pretty boy Curtains hang as clouds, as distractions Such fun and dangling’s, to drag them down, as pleasure toys We smother him in kisses, emotions and affections He’s such a pretty thing Who simply glows He’s almost human It is a life of comforts, slumbering all day I would love to be with kitty all the time But work and life get in the way So I must work so Pretty Cat can play It dreams in feline tiny mind expressions Short cat naps at a time of happy things and smiles Imagines fish and birds served up in style with some cat nip Pretty Cat has no place to go so it grows fat We pet him for hours while he rolls on his back I just love being with my little friend A true city kitty cat Though he is very old he stays real sweet and pretty My heart jumps, as it attacks the string I hold It clings to it and swings with fevered paws As bright green eyes follow like a tick tock clock Pendulum like as the one thing in life he likes a lot It is through comfort found in twine and string My cat and I find true happiness in things When I’m with Pretty Cat problems fade far away Dissolve and melt into tomorrow with no sorrow Where beauty alone cannot keep his lustrous eyes awake Our play time has no measure in the hours I always find pure pleasure with that Pretty cat of mine Created on 11/04/14 for “Pets” -Poetry Contest