He creeps,
he sneaks,
the floor it creaks.
He meows,
he prowls,
he fills his jowls.
He murrs,
he purrs,
he sheds his furs.
He hides,
he cries,
he’s golden eyes.
He jump,
he thump,
he’s quite a hunk.
He chat,
he fat,
he is my cat.
-SF
Written: 12/2/2024
Published: 1/27/2025
Cotton Ribbons 