Meowlu the Cat

Meowlu the cat, with fur so black, Sings meow-meow upon his back; His purrs are soft, his whiskers long, He loves to hum his favourite song. At night he wakes and stretches wide, Then to the window, he glides; With tiptoe paws and eyes so bright, Meowlu steps out into the night. The moon shines down on the grass so green, Where Meowlu starts his nightly scene; He mews a tune for all to hear, The nighttime creatures gather near. With crickets chirping, frogs in tune, Meowlu conducts beneath the moon; Till dawn arrives, he takes a bow, Then home he trots, with one last meow.