Simba
As I sit here penning this little ditty,
My desk is full of sprawling kitty!
He's a dear old inscrutable friend of mine.
I pray he has many more lives than nine!
He's just an ordinary striped ginger cat,
So playful, independent and fat.
His lack of noble lineage doesn't bother me,
And I doubt he's concerned about pedigree!
O'er the years he's given me so much pleasure.
(Never mind that he's mutilated some treasure!)
What an elegant and enchanting pet.
I haven't found his equal yet!
He doesn't ask all that much of me.
Just some grub and affection periodically.
I scratch his ears and stroke his fur smooth.
He in turn provides soft purring to soothe!
Maybe there are more exotic pets than a cat,
And I will most certainly grant you that.
But when it comes to the bottom line,
No more noble creature did God design!
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2011
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