My Cat, Muse
How lovely are his cheeks, so soft and plush
like fluffy clouds against a moonlit dream.
Graceful are his whiskers like a paintbrush,
tracing our ankles like a flowing stream.
As king of the jungle, his razor claws
subdue small creatures like a mighty sword.
Pouncing on enemies, with brawny paws,
warm blood and guts are his playful reward.
Shiny and watchful are his marble eyes,
and with perky ears he listens to me.
I ask a question. "Meow," he replies,
and lifts his chin in a meaningful plea.
Though shaped like a liger, he's very tame.
My cat is my Muse, and that is his name.
May 2022
Co-written with my son for school
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