My Poem By Luke.A
Cats
Prowling the streets.
Hoping for treats.
On the roofing's of bakery's.
Goofing all about.
Some big some small.
Some tall some skinny.
Sitting on couch's
Hitting furniture.
Fighting and bighting.
the prowling animals.
When its time to say goodnight.
They sit on your bed.
With no fuss.
By Luke
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