written for Eve Ropers Nursery Rhymes contest. Inspired by the cat pic.
In the verdant valley of claw-some tales lived a lady in a cottage of tails. Every morning, her cat Grey loves to sit, sip chamomile tea until paws permit, a scratch here and there to wake her spirit, so the sneaky rodents nearby fear it. But the cat knew not the language of hate; she was a queen dreaming of love and fate. To unleash the mice that hide and scurry through the countryside without a worry. The rising sun too knows how stars despise grumpy kittens purring through greedy eyes. And Miss Grey did nothing but deeply muse, while vested in checkered silvery hues, she crafted a plan to spread stellar light amidst the chaos that dwells at midnight, hopes for peace within the community, gives all the lives an opportunity~ to shine and flaunt their soft furry wishes, wave sorrows goodbye with purrfect kisses.
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