Pretty and Pacified

Pretty and Pacified God, an ability gave to me To pretend while writing poetry Poet laureate might become one day When I let God have His own way. You should hear my cat when he purrs Tail starts going around as if it stirs Under my lamp he just did appear Likes having heat so nice and near. Must I really go into mortal combat? When I want to write about my cat Watch him lick hair until it is dried So he will look pretty and be pacified.