Pussy cat πΊ
In a sunbeam's glow, she softly sprawls, A velvet whisper, where silence calls. With emerald eyes that gleam and dart, A tiny hunter, with a lion's heart. Her paws, like shadows, tread so light, In the dance of dusk, she takes her flight. With a flick of her tail, she claims the night, A queen of the garden, a creature of delight. Whiskers twitching, she stalks the breeze, Chasing the whispers of rustling leaves. A playful pounce, a gentle leap, In her world of wonder, secrets she keeps. When the moon hangs low, and the stars ignite, She curls by my side, a comforting sight. With a soft, soothing purr, she melts away cares, In the warmth of her presence, love softly ensnares. Oh, little pussy cat, with your spirit so free, In your playful antics, pure joy I see. A companion, a muse, in your soft, furry grace, In the heart of my home, youβve found your place.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets
