Poetry

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Cat Lovers

I can't answer why I love
I can't answer that
I can't come always when you call me
Like I am your cat
Still it's no use crying over milk that's been spilled
You thought I had nine lives well now
One of them is killed
You say I always land on my feet
I can't believe you say that
Each time that we meet
Well I've been prowling around and sniffing your flap
It's a wonder I found you out
Without a body map
But we are cat lovers
Scowling in the dark
Murmuring our pet names
Like an army of mice in a park
And I am always eating and sleeping
And you are always washing and preening
But that is why we are cats

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