Published June 23, 2011
Beneath a dusty house, prowls a feline of enchanting grace
seeking his furry muse, he slinks out to find her hidden place
the one who soothes him truly lies there draped in silken fur
he wants his playful moggie in his paws so he can purr.
The warm tea on the windowsill conveys a sweet and milky smell
to them it is their treat for playfully scrapping oh so well
the night looms in whilst they pounce between the autumn trees
an elegant silhouette on the golden horizon is all that he sees
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Hi there! I like your poem! It's pretty funny! It definitely talks about a cat's daily life! Tigershark17 definitely gave you the spelling pointers. Aweosme job and keep it up!
- gleek456 <3
I swear. I wouldn't get by without a dictionary most days haha. Thanks for the heads-up and I'm glad you like the poem
Haha! This is great! A few minor spelling errors: truley/truly, windowsil/windowsill, silloette/silhouette. That's about it. I really like the end too. You might want to capitalize the word "the" at the beginning of the second paragraph also. Anyway, great job!