I watch with interst as my cats roll in the cat-nip, if there was a pool of it I'm sure they'd take a dip, their backs are all covered in green, as I wish I could see what they have seen, (they used to be wild cats- all skinny and starving just hoping to see some rats), she kicks at him as he tries to steel her stash, as they roll and roll as if they were in cash, their bad life's behind them, nothing but good ahead, they chase each other across the house as if they're seeing red, But the fun soon comes to an end as the dog comes in, chasing them with no intent... just wanting a part of it... the cats take one last spin, the cat-nip beeing tossed all over the place, it's now become a race, the cats make cover under the couch as the dog lays down to look, as I think to myself this poem is to long, it's turning into a book.
Reason for writing:
This is the first poem I entered in here. There really is no reason/inspiration, I just sat down and it came to me. I love my cats and thought it would be neat to right about them. Let me know what you think, and I may write some more.
Birth sign: Virgo
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