His Catship Thomas After All
Was praised and cherished at nightfall.
Just to persuade to go to bed
He was picked up and caressed
As, After All, he was unique
And never did what could be bleak
Like some obedient softy cats
Just soft enough not to distress
The master saying sweetie things
Like “You’re so pretty! Look at him!
There’s no other fluffy king
With whiskers long and white like strings,
His eyes as blue as those blue skies,
That you will see in autumn sometimes,
His tail as long as winter scarf
And ears made of brown warm stuff.
His Catship Thomas
© Copyright: Мария Фил-Бор, 2015
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