My Dear Friend...

Asleep on pillows old and gray

A favorite spot to console his day,

He tunes out the world one more time

And awakens only when the clock does chime.


One eye opens, and slowly closes

Like a yellow splash of dainty roses

Breathing their beauty once again

Until the afternoon's summer rain.


As hours pass, and clouds go by

He slowly awaits the evening sky

To roam and slink and find a rat,

This my dear friend, my black cat.





Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-12-24 at 06:27

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Amanda K
that's so sweet. i didn expect the cat to be the friend.

well -done
2007-03-25


Zainab
So sweet poem

First I thought it's a human being while reading it
I then realized it was your sweet best friend Mr Cat man in black
Nice work here

Really enjoined reading it d:
2006-12-24