Tuesday, 19 July 2011


Her eyes, they don't see colour,
Her world is black and white,
But she has the advantage
Of seeing all, at night.

She doesn't understand much,
But then, she's still no fool,
For anything she has learnt,
Has not been taught at school.

She's innocence personified,
A joy to watch at play,
A quiet, shy companion,
Of sunshine, she's a ray.

Her conversation's limited,
In fact, if truth be heard,
She only has a repertoire
Of one quite simple word.

Her day is most spent sleeping,
Or doing this or that,
And if you haven't guessed by now,
This female is........................... my cat.