Thursday, 22 November 2012

A Fine wee cat

My fine wee cat is black and white
But doesn't dare go out at night,
Although alone most of the time,
When I come home, she shows she's mine
By purring with such pure delight.
Upon my bed she'll sit so tight
Or playfully pretend to bite,
This creature who has lives of nine
My fine wee cat.

When chasing dancing beads of light
You'll see her leap to such a height,
Prepare to pounce with pose so fine
Or wash herself until she shine,
She's really such a welcome sight,
My fine wee cat.