Tabby, Poem

Tabby

An orange tabby as content as can be,
On my bed sleeping peacefully.

No worries, no concerns, no cares;
For she never compares.

She's rarely affected by the world around,
But always notices my frown.

She is always there when I need her,
And then I'm so happy even I could purr.

She wants to get me the perfect gift,
So she must be very swift.

For the perfect gift is a bird,
A mouse, or something that's absurd.

They are not what I most enjoy.
Most of the time they quite annoy.

But she doesn't know any better,
For it is her form of a love letter.

She'll always be there for me,
Even when her soul is free.

For she'll always be in my heart.
Nothing could ever keep us apart.

© Crystal Abeel

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