~ Those Crazy Cats ~
They come in black and white,
yellow, gray and tiger stripe.
They love taking naps in laps
and little hands with gentle pats.
They grow up with balls of string,
butterflies adn birds of spring.
They wonder out into the night.
Lying by your door at first light.
This hunter sits on the windowsill
with instinctive dreams to be fulfilled.
Now bathing in the warming sun
purrs a loving song to someone.
Now onto your bed with natural grace,
that flipping tail will find your face
bite your toes and lie on your feet
and watch over children while they sleep.
Alittle scratch behind the ear,
they'll nuzzle away the saddes tear
and so gently with soft calico
touch upon your most inner soul...
Those crazy cats.
by: Ron Fields
Song playing ~ Pussycat Pussycat ~ by: Tom Jones |
