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A Little Animals View

I was dreaming of a hunting quest, feral, wild and untamed in a land strange; then, outside my fluffy fur there was a change, the bright sun was shining into our nest. Yawning wide and on the bed my claws- pressed, I am soft dark grey and a pet of one; I like to prowl mice that in the house run. Oh, on my mother's lips a kiss I pressed! Well, I think this is my mother, anyway, I see her eyes flutter and she does stir; MEOW! Is she going to sleep all day? So into her right ear I loudly purr, I am forced to stand on her chest and plea; Oh! Do get up and make our tea! Then, she hugs me close to her heart with love, and she calls me her little turtle dove! Mother is walking towards the kitchen, I zoom past her sliding on the wood floor; yes, ready to do my part- to pitch in, I know mother what dwells behind that door. That's right, make the tea and in my bowl pour, yes, in my plate my yummy food place; and when I am all full we can play chase . . . So sorry, didn't mean to break your vase! _________________________ February 1, 2017 Poetry/Personification/A Little Animals View Copyright Protected, ID 17- 8717-80-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Entered in the contest, Any Poem Written on your Birthday Sponsor, Laura Loo First Place _________________________ For the contest, In An Animals View Sponsor, Jamie Pan Fourth Place

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