My Cat at the Porch Door
Sun shining in
Warm, golden beams
Falling upon kitty
Upon her fir it gleams
Sunning there
Soaking all of it up
No
cares in the world
Only this moment
The
Cat
At
the door there’s a cat
Who
is watching a rat
We
can question why
Yet
there she lies
Waiting
for the day
She
will make it her prey
One
Summer Day
The
cat is sitting by the window
Ice
cream drips upon the ground.
The
day is so hot and long
While
children play in the broken water main
We
wait for someone to chase them away
But
this is to be an unusual day
As
she has her fill of the creamy treat
That
is not where it should be.
Do
not underestimate thy furry ones
Intelligence,
capabilities and determination
