Everybody fears,
This orange fur ball.
He sits alone near the bedroom door.
His bright, green eyes,
Shine in the night.
And he rushes away when on turn the lights.
He scampers, and runs,
And thinks of life as fun.
Although it seems,
To be true...
Only in his dreams.
Now here he comes again!
This time with THAT look,
Eyes are wide,
He’s purring loud.
Like a steam-train,
Pumping out clouds.
He stares and looks,
As cute as can be.
The best thing is...
He’s looking at me.
This orange fur ball.
He sits alone near the bedroom door.
His bright, green eyes,
Shine in the night.
And he rushes away when on turn the lights.
He scampers, and runs,
And thinks of life as fun.
Although it seems,
To be true...
Only in his dreams.
Now here he comes again!
This time with THAT look,
Eyes are wide,
He’s purring loud.
Like a steam-train,
Pumping out clouds.
He stares and looks,
As cute as can be.
The best thing is...
He’s looking at me.
what a cute and awesome poem this one of my favourites . PS all of yours are great .
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