The Cat’s Nature

Robyn Pearce

In the jungles of Asia,

The garden bushes, so to say,

A cat stalks silently and swiftly,

Whilst hunting it’s bird prey.

Amongst the alleys and dark streets,

The garage, so to say,

A cat slinks, black as velvet,

Never seen in night nor day.

Prowling on African Savannahs,

The sandpit, so to say,

Is a cat so sandy-coloured,

It’s camouflaged in every way.

Resting on a golden bed,

A cushion, so to say,

My kitten, Mimi, all curled up,

Sleeps and purrs all day.

This poem is for Mimi,

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