Garden Sage
Garden felines are a treat; chasing bugs and squirrels, they play.
Guarding gardens isn’t work; has its own rewards.
There’s cat grass, catnip, garlic, even sage.
Now the feline is, somewhat clever;
in fact, they are furry sages.
There’s more to those little critters;
they aren’t just about play.
Cats defend cat grass, catnip and more;
the nutrients its body needs are eaten every day;
Afterwards, a sunny nap, really hits the spot,
because the cat’s just too tired to play.
Another day of guarding and some rodent-chasing play;
tasty treats come again; to the best garden sage.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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