My Old Cat
My old cat lies beside me on the sofa asleep
She is sleeping soundly but opens an eye to peep
She is resting her weary old bones tonight
She peacefully sleeps her coat shines in the light
She can’t move quick enough to catch her prey
She used to be really fast back in her day
Now she just watches and thinks about sleep
An appointment with the sofa to keep
Shan used to be a kitten a long time ago
It’s hard to remember because now she is slow
Her hearing is going her eyes are failing too
It may get much worse but what can you do?
She will be looked after well in her dotage years
I will feed and nurture her dispel any fears
My old cat Shan is lovely I don’t want her to go
Shan is eighteen years old now and I love her so
Copyright © Pamela Griffiths | Year Posted 2009
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