Pussycat, pussycat, prowling through the night
Its emerald-green eyes shining like a ray of light
Prowling in the darkness searching for his prey
'What present will I be taking home for my owner today
Will it be a mouse? Will it be a bird?'
Oh no pussycat you've been heard.
Away runs the bird, away runs the mouse
It's getting light pussycat you best get back to your house
There awaits his tasty breakfast, with a full tummy he gives out a yawn
It's bedtime for pussycat, it's nearly dawn.
by © Ruby Murphy (0)
Competition - Pet Poetry YW
Copyright remains with the author.