| POEMS by Johanna |
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SCRATCHES!
Like chalk on a
board you
Hear the screeching noise,
It's my way to reach up to
Play with my toys.
I have to run, climb and
hope
To get my energy going,
While outside the weather
is
Cold with big flakes of snowin'
.
I wrestle the throw rugs
and
Create my own designs anew,
Then I crawl under and turn
to
Give you a big peek-a-boo!
My food bowl is filled
right on
Schedule in the morning
sun,
After I eat my energy
builds
And I again begin to run.
I jump up high to the top
of
The dining room cupboard,
Here I can sleep and play
like
Ole' Mother Hubbard!
So down I come for it's
time to
Enjoy the love and petting,
Now you know how much I
Truly enjoy in getting.
So with a purr and a snooze
All my fun comes in
batches,
Please
believe me I didn't leave any
SCRATCHES! + + + + Poem by: Johanna © 3-7-2008 |