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