by Sara Daw

Created on: February 10, 2010

Your golden eyes survey me there,

Your eyes are slits of baleful stare,

You study me with scorned intent,

You lift your head, you purr content,

You lick your paws, you just ignore,

You let me caress your whiskered jaw,

We have a bond, of slave and serf,

I open doors, you watch with mirth,

You trip me up,you bring in mice,

You gave the dog a batch of lice,

You clean your rear in front of all,

You swing in trees of branch so tall,

You do not care,and that is that,

You just are you, my diva cat.

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