He’s got a little white mask.
Also four little white paws.
A skinny little kitten.
Often a bad one at that.
He’s always on the counters.
And steals any bite he can.
Water glasses are not safe,
from all his shenanigans.
He jumps on to the fish tank,
and he bats at the poor things.
Furry, fuzzy, naughty cat.
He’s lucky he’s so darn cute.
Poetry
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As an honorary cat owner, I can relate to this. My favorite set of lines are “And steals any bite he can./Water glasses are not safe,/from all his shenanigans.” I think that these lines provide the best rhythm in your poem, especially thanks to the slant rhyme with “can” and “shenanigans.” Made me smile. I like how you take the description of this cat slowly. I feel as though I’m looking at a photo album or something. Nice work!
Thank you very much for the great feedback. He’s a very cute little menace. 🙂 Cheers!