Poems ✍️

Behind the Hebe, sits me the big black cat.
I have been sitting here for hours and my mistress
is saying ' why is he doing that; he has a lot of patience
just to sit there and wait, for a tiny creature who knows nothing
of his fate.
I am a big black cat who is now thinking ahead, because
it will soon be time for me to be fed; with tin can food and
bits from the house, but if I abide my time there will be a big
fat mouse.
I won't take it home for a present because she will only get mad
and she will call me names and say I'm bad.
No matter what I do she will always get cross.
When will she ever learn that I am my own boss.