THE OLD CAT
The Old Cat
In the morning tiny bells go off
As the old cat climbed its way down
over the top of the fence,
In the light of a darken path
The old cat carefully made no sound
he hides to lay his little head down,
The morning came so fast the bells began
to wring Dig, dig, dig as the sun as naked
glistening the streets,
The old cat gets up in slumbering to start
his day again chasing after birds in trees
and emptying the flowerpots with it's paws.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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