Merlin s Magic
‘Meow..’ a sweet sound filled with charm,
every morning starting out much the same.
Rise and shine, feed me! Get up faster!
Letting me sleep in? It is not reciprocal.
In my kitty’s hands I am mushy broccoli.
Never do I mind spoiling my sweet magician
since he brings me a smile in so many ways.
My sweet kitten full of fetching mayhem,
always on zoom appearing a little bit extra.
Gone with cosmic eyes dark and dilating,
instantly shredding paper balls into confetti.
Claws leave a scar but playtime’s fantastic.
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