She looks like a lion without a mane,
except she’s very tame.
She doesn't bite but,
she puts up a fight.
She’ll claw,
and pounce,
maybe even hiss.
Once she accepts you as a friend
not foe.
She’ll cuddle and purr,
lick and drool.
Give her food and
she’ll love you forever.
feels like a brand new fleece coat,
sounds like a constant chirping bird,
except she’s a cat
and she says “meow”.
When she runs
she looks like a tumbleweed in the wind
like a big ball of orange fur
that accentuates sunshine and fire at dusk.
I guess that
she’s fierce because
her whiskers entale that
she is wise and a prowler
ready to scowl.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
She looks like a lion without a mane,
except she’s very tame.
She doesn't bite but,
she puts up a fight.
She’ll claw,
and pounce,
maybe even hiss.
Once she accepts you as a friend
not foe.
She’ll cuddle and purr,
lick and drool.
Give her food and
she’ll love you forever.
feels like a brand new fleece coat,
sounds like a constant chirping bird,
except she’s a cat
and she says “meow”.
When she runs
she looks like a tumbleweed in the wind
like a big ball of orange fur
that accentuates sunshine and fire at dusk.
I guess that
she’s fierce because
her whiskers entale that
she is wise and a prowler
ready to scowl.
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