Cat Valentine - Revised
Often at midnight, she jumps on my bed;
she comes to me then on her four small feet.
How softly on my blankets she does tread.
So beautiful is she - genteel and sweet;
she reaches out her paw - her way to greet.
It soothes my spirit to be petting her,
for dulcet is her lullabye - her purr!
This green-eyed feline beauty is all mine.
Like black and silken midnight is her fur.
So ladylike is my cat valentine.
Oct. 10, 2020
For the Dizain Poetry Contest of Emile Pinet
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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