Monday, January 11, 2010

Where I Like to Be, By Samson The Cat

When it is really raining,
When I cannot catch a mouse,
I go inside,
Or rather hide,
Inside my human's house.
Or sometimes when I want to,
Get away from all their noise,
I make a fort,
Under the porch,
Of the next-door neighbor boys.
And sometimes when I'm naughty,
I'll make a little nest,
Under a car,
Where no rain drops are,
Where they call me, "What a pest!"

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