Friday, December 8, 2006

The Cat

Look at me, the cat
I’m walking all around
But I am very quiet
I do not make a sound

I come in pretty colors
Yellow, Black and Grey
And if you want to feed me
Inside your home I'll stay

An indoor, outdoor cat
Which do you prefer
It matters not to me
You'll still hear me purr

I promise to be friendly
And will not act aloof
But happy I will be
Underneath your roof

You do not have to buy me
You'll see me on the street
And if you stop to say hello
I may stay by your feet

If you don’t have a dog
I’d like to be your pet
It would be your decision
I know you won’t regret

By, Randee Saber 6/1/06