My Cat Writes Poetry

The calico cat sat firmly on my quill. I commanded she get off, it was my will! She slanted her green eyes and hissed. Here, sat a fierce feline poet, demanding her poem not be dismissed. So, I slunk quietly into my kitchen. What could a cat write, what am I missing? Ater a spot of aromatic tea, I returned. I saw a poem, indeed, I was not spurned! First line had 5 paw prints. Second was 7 paw prints. Last line was 5 prints! My cat was learning from me. This was her version of Catku. Which she, indeed did pen, most splendidly!           3/28/2021 ~3~