by Matthew McLaughlin
The feline sat staring, staring into space
He wagged his tail in very much haste
I watched and wondered why
Was it because a cat can not cry
He leaped from his pearch
And sat next to me as if in church
He began to purr and gently rub my leg
Was he trying to tell me that he was begining to beg
I asked him what he did desire
And all he could do was continue to mire
So I brushed him aside and continued to observe
When he went completely absured
He began to meow and hss and claw
If I hadn't stoped him he would have torn my leg raw
I went to his food and noticed he had none
So I filled his bowl and he ate untill all was done
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