Miss Kitty
Pussy cats love to be loved
To feel the warmth of your body
To feel the stroking of your warm hand
If there is such a thing as kitty heaven
It's when they feel your love
Could just as easily be a stranger from the street
As long as they can provide Miss Kitty
With the love she is so desperately looking for
Kind of like us humans, aren't they
We most definitely love to be loved
To feel the warmth of another body
We also call it heaven
Except the bit about a stranger from the street
Now let me think about that a little more
Perhaps I'm a wee bit more selective
And then again, maybe not
Pussy cats love to be loved
And so does this dude!
© Jack Ellison 2013
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