Cats

CATS

Cats walk with their

Heads held high;

Because the mothers cat say,

“Big cats do not cry”.

They swish their tails and

Have sleek fur

And when with little girls,

They begin to purr.

Cats tell stories

In the bright full moon,

About elegant witches and

Table spoons.

In those lovely nights

They begin their dances.

Dreaming about knights

With shining lances;

But soon enough

Counting sheep;

Murmuring softly

                                      In their sleep.