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WISHES OF A HOUSE CAT
Come look out my window and see what I see, Two little birds, playing up in a tree. Wish I could get out and catch me one, Outside looks like so much fun. The leaves fly by all in a race Bet I could give them a merry ole chase. And there! In the grass; something’s hopping around, I could sneak up on it, down low to the ground. But I’m stuck here inside with nothing to do Except to play with a toy or two. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I think I’ll go find my lady’s lap, She’ll rub my ears and I’ll have a nice nap. I can dream that I’m out there chasing mice Or staking a squirrel, that would be nice. But, really, I’m happy, here where it’s warm For outside, I could come to some harm. So I’ll just lay here and turn on my purr To show my lady I’m content with her. The things we wish for aren’t always what they seem, Sometimes, we’re better off, just to dream. By Lora Cox ©2001 This poem has been published by The International Poetry Society
Thank you Nathan
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