A View Of A Cat

                                   I
                               sleep      on
                             your bed, making
                             it my own, and 
                              and when you are
                                away, I’m at home
                                all alone. I walk
                             around the food
                          bowl, sniffing out
                        what’s there, and  if
                      there’s nothing good, I 
                    I look at you and stare. I 
                  curl up near the fire place
                warming up my paws, I
               pounce upon the scratch
              post, sharpening my claws.
              I see a mouse in front
              staring straight at me, I
               run and try to catch it
                but it runs away from
                  thee. You see I am so
                    cute, so gorgeous with my
                         fur, when
                          you
                           stroke
                               my 
                             head
                               I
                           close my
                         eyes
                 and purr.