Looking toward the rim of his saucer,
The cat decided to be,
a fearless mighty mouser,
and set his dreamies free.
And so the walls began to ripple,
With a milky veil to drown his woes,
As he bound over the armchair,
To escape his imaginary foes.
Then a wild low growl decreed,
While the humans stirred in dismay,
His claws spoke of an ancient prophecy
As catnip led his mind astray.
The wide-eyed and wild, blur of fur,
Ricocheted off the walls with ease.
He is a feline ninja on a mission,
Defying every law of gravity.
His battle cry shook the room to its core,
As he zoomed without a care,
Through the fog of his catnip high,
Sending dreamies flying everywhere.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 7:55 PM UTC
Looking toward the rim of his saucer,
The cat decided to be,
a fearless mighty mouser,
and set his dreamies free.
And so the walls began to ripple,
With a milky veil to drown his woes,
As he bound over the armchair,
To escape his imaginary foes.
Then a wild low growl decreed,
While the humans stirred in dismay,
His claws spoke of an ancient prophecy
As catnip led his mind astray.
The wide-eyed and wild, blur of fur,
Ricocheted off the walls with ease.
He is a feline ninja on a mission,
Defying every law of gravity.
His battle cry shook the room to its core,
As he zoomed without a care,
Through the fog of his catnip high,
Sending dreamies flying everywhere.
©️Lizzie Bevis
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