The Cat and his String

He is my string.

I am always chasing him.

When he rests,

I stare at him intensely.

When he moves,

even a twitch,

I pounce on him.

He runs.

I miss.

I run after him.

He plays with me.

I never get bored.

However,

when he stops,

I meow.

"Play with me,"

I cry,

but he's tired.

He gets wrapped into a ball

and sleeps on the table.

I continue to meow.

I look at my owner.

"Wake him up,"

I tell him.

My owner is tired, though.

He is curled up,

asleep on the couch.

I stare for a bit,

then I go to lay beside him.

On the table,

he is my string.

I am always chasing him,

but I'll chase him later...

when he wakes up.

Author's Note

Be honest :) I'm not that good at writing and my writing is pretty simple and childish.