T- Rose

Hi T-Rose,

I hope you have a “purfect” weekend!!
Peace and love.
Paul
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Paul Weston Arts web link coming soon!!

“My Cat.”

“My cat leaps around the garden fence
Pouncing on anything that moves
There’s no defence
Sleeps for hours and sometimes days
Bathing in the summer rays
Hibernating in the winter cold
Prowling, howelling meowing so bold
My cat is quick, sleek, reactions unique
If I ever return as a bird or a mouse then I am going to leave my house
When I am due to travel away my cat sulks for days
Moody before and then turns his back as I return to the door
Feeding him food from a tin
Is considered by my feline friend a cardinal sin
He sits and looks at me in disgust
This is not what I want for my breakfast.
“Give me lean chicken, salmon or fresh beluga
Or I’ll slash the side of your chair like Freddy Kruger
My claws are sharp I will reduce your coat
To the texture and look of an old Nanny goat
I go to sit in my favourite chair
In front of the fire and guess whose there!
Asleep in my bed I awake with surprise
As a purring nose pokes me straight in the eyes!
I now understand the word perfection
Is all about my cats affection
Even when he wreaks the place I live
A look from those saucer green eyes makes me forget and forgive.
My cat has a spiritual link, a supernatural perception
Something that humans have no connection
I can only watch look and admire all of that
Oh…I forgot to mention.
My cat is
An
Acrobat.”