My Cat Meeni

My cat Meeni was as white as ball of mirth I found her a sleeping in the crease of earth When I touched her she was purring like a hell I was afraid she might call up catty yell I was living in the hills over yonder I stopped a little and took time to ponder This little soul might be a God's gift to me I had to take her home I danced like a bee I nursed her bruises and wiped her hazy eyes The east of solitude sun began to rise She licked my fingers like finger lickin' good' I was sure she was demure I gave her food I say it loud and clear she is a gem of cats My daughter to be sure is not fond of rats Pets - Poetry Contest Sponsor Shadow Hamilton Date : 28 November 2014