Aaww, I love cats, and I like this poem! Brenda O.
Prospects for the mouse seemed so teetery. The cat's teeth became ever jittery. Winning the prize was his habit. It was of course a mouse not a rabbit. Imagine the magic in the cat's eye. As he creeped ever so close to spy. Then off like a flash that mouse ran. The cat followed as fast as he can. Yawning and tired so goes the cat. Forget the mouse as he departs for his nap. |
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