Otis, I noticed
Was washing her paw
When Burma sneaked over
(The cat from next door)
She watched as he slunk by
Her eyes growing round
Her fur rose in hackles
She leapt to the ground
Then Otis stood up
On her tiptoes and spat
She grumbled and hissed
At that trespassing cat
She told him βGo Home!β in a cat kind of way
And Burma decided heβd better not stay
He turned right around
And he went back next door
Then Otis, I noticed
Was washing once more.
A lovely poem ive done a couple humerous cat ones myself on my blog so i particularly enjoyed this one
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Thank you. Although I seriously loved my friend Otis, I find it hard to write seriously about her – or anything, for that matter. I know that if she was around to see this, she’d roll her eyes at me. Or wash her herself…
Thanks for dropping by. π
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ah thats sweet iam cat lover too
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed. π All of us who have ‘owned’ cats know full well that we are the ones actually owned. They’re good fun to watch, our owners. π
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i wrote some humouros ones ones called the intruder anothers called have you ever felt guilty for eating the one called intruder is about cats finding there first mouse its on my main blog 4valentines4words4poetryforyou my other blogs are myheartsingspoetry and i have another called I am the pompey poet you might find some poems or something to give you more inspiration i hope so enjoy them i write to make others happy just like you cats are great to watch
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Im away at work at the mo and can’t really surf the net on this phone. But when I get back to my laptop I’ll be sure to visit your blog. Cheers, Rave
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good night rav dont work to hard from kevin
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