Ball of Love
Big and fluffy, tender grey and pure white
You chase the shadows from the excess dusky light
Tumbling and prowling he understands the things that I say
He knows his feeding times for each and everyday
Slipping on my stone tiles from his fluff riden paws
Sliding purposely full impact until rolling into doors
Your so cuddly but devious and whiskers proudly curled
Playing peeping Tom upon my window stimulated by the world
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