WHO'S RULING WHO MY CAT!

Lord of the jungle, our home day and night

His adoring eyes shining bright,

Sitting on his jungle throne

Waiting patiently for us to come home.

For being in charge is his role

And wanting food is his goal,

And while our home is his castle,

We're the servants to the rascal.

Commanding obedience only to tease,

For us to be on stand-by just to please.

Demands attention  by his destruction

Just to make sure you follow his instruction.

But with all the powers with his claws

Our cat is the type that curls up and snores.

Not a worry in the world, a joy to see,

And I wonder:

Would he like to swap places with me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. The cat can have it made. Lazy life and waiting for their meals. A entertaining poem for your pet.
Coyote

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Ahhh.. what a light and heartwarming poem for the cat!!! It made me smile, for I know exactly what you are talking about (I had one in my teens :)
I hate to bring your wondering to an abrupt trip, but I am sure the cat won't swap places with you :)