My Cat

My Cat

A Poem by Angela Sparks

Why does my cat just lay around?

He looks like a big fat fur mound.

No, he doesn't make a sound,

Unless it's a light snore escaping his mouth.

Are all cats like this? I wonder a lot.

Do all cats laze around and not do their job?

Sometimes he gets so still, lying on my bed,

I have to sit there and wonder if he is dead.

But no that cat stays alive, as he gets up to eat.

An annoyed sigh escapes as he wishes to still be asleep.

He jumps off the bed and heads for his bowl,

But once he gets there, there isn't a thing to be stole.

Not even a crumb lay at the bottom.

It was as bare as the trees in autumn.

So he walks to the bedroom, at the footboard my bed,

Then he starts to whine loud enough to wake the dead.

He runs happily around my feet,

I get out his food, so he could eat.

As I pour it out, I hear a sigh,

I looked back because it came from behind.

What I saw made me smile,

I guess my cat still wanted to sleep for awhile.

© 2015 Angela Sparks

Author's Note

Angela Sparks
Sorry if it's amateur ish :) it was from 6th grade ^.^

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Added on June 7, 2015
Last Updated on June 7, 2015
Tags: love, cat, animals, cute, funny, sleepy, sleep, eat, lazy


Angela Sparks
Angela Sparks


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