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The little pussycat

The little pussycat

I’m just a little pussycat 
I stretch and yawn and purr
I laze around the fireside
And groom my silky fur
I sit upon my mistress lap
And let her stroke my head
Give a little meow 
So she knows I must be fed

When the night time comes along
I sit there by the door
I hear the sound of silence
And it’s time to go explore
When I’m out upon the street
I spit and fight and scowl 
No longer just a pussycat
I’m a panther on the prowl 

I hide amongst the shadows
Where it’s really hard to see
And chase away the other cats 
Within my territory 
I arch my back and stand up tall
And never show no fear
I howl like a werewolf 
Whenever they come near

With mouse in mouth I head back home
When the birds begin to sing
My mistress then will open the door
And I try to sneak it in
No, no, no, not again
I’ll hear my mistress scream
In exchange for the dead old mouse
She’ll give me a bowl of cream

Then I’ll settle by the fireside
Contentedly I’ll purr
While away the daylight hours
Wash my paws and fur
I’ll stretch and yawn take a nap
Scratch along the mat
My mistress is so proud of me
I’m her little pussycat

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 7/1/2018 6:26:00 PM
Hello Robert Broadent, so nice to meet you. I like your poem . It made me smile. have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 7/1/2018 5:35:00 PM
charming and delightful! i enjoyed this very much, robert...
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