Cool Cats
Tiny little cat soul
Loyal as can be,
If I did not feed her
I know that she’d feed me.
Though dogs are mans best friend
If food will go astray,
They’d take the food from anyone
Hence they would run away.
Cat killers hate cats
They’ve hunted evilly-
The tiny little fur ball friends
Behaving treacherously.
Every night she guards me
Sleeping on my bed,
A friend for life throughout all strife
She’s worthy to be fed.
Makes me laugh and brings me joy
With much personality,
It’s only fair to give them care
For cats identity.
Domestic pets, expensive vets
A hole in ladies purse,
No price to high for loyalty and
Simply loving worth.
Though we never own the animals
We know we can’t mistrust,
The respect they reflect
Whilst ownership of us.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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