A poem about my cat
Tee Tasha Twinkle
runs through the house.
Upstairs and downstairs
chasing a mouse.
Peering in the corners,
staring in the air.
“Are there any mousings hiding?
Because I think I see one there.”
Tee Tasha Twinkle
runs through the house.
Upstairs and downstairs
chasing a mouse.
Peering in the corners,
staring in the air.
“Are there any mousings hiding?
Because I think I see one there.”
Posted on August 5th, 2006 by Katxena