My cat, she curls under my arm.
My cat, she purrs, healing all harm.
My cat, she lays, sleeping the night.
My cat, she stays, healing all fright.
Her fur is warm, a texture smooth and kind,
Her personality is firm, a sweetheart that's hard to find.
She sleeps with me, day in and day out,
Never failing to bring me joy when I feel the need to shout.
A precious ball, loyal to the touch,
She'll heal your scars, it's all in her clutch.
My cat, she curls within her sleep.
My cat, she purrs to heal when I weep.
My cat, she lays, tucking me in tight.
My cat, she stays, always in sight.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
