Darryl He Is

More on the cat almighty.

When Darryl woke from righteous rest
he figured he had done his best
creating creatures great and small
and even throw-rugs in the hall.

The universe to him had spark
his eyes reflected in the dark
and all his grass grew by the door
as he made bag-beds on the floor.

Then Darryl watched the pace of man
reflected in his water pan
as he kept tabs with cat-claw grace
upon his back with black shoe lace.

In the beginning Darryl was
so now the earth is all a-buzz
and with his face pressed on the screen
the world a-purrs to him quite keen.

By his meow he holds what is
among this very land of his
littered in light and kitty feats
forevermore--just give him treats.

For Darryl is the one on high
who spoke in time and made the sky.
He even thinks: “Nine lives to keep:”
Now Darryl just goes back to sleep.

Author's Note

This is the sequel to "Darryl I Am".
www.writerscafe.org/writing/teargen/602402/

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

HAHA! i liked this piece :) I love anything about cats :)
To be honest some of it didn't quite make sense but i liked it anyway :)
I loved the way it flowed and the rhyming scheme to it :)
Well written :)

[etxcp]

awwwwww!!!!!!!!! very good!!!!!!!!! i