Ode to the Pussycat

Ode to the Pussycat

Oh, the slinky feline form

Which takes the mammal world by storm.

The crouching body, faultless flesh,

And nimble claws: he’s quite a Chesh’.

His hidden pride and modest fame,

It puts the canines all to shame.

The dogs all envy his patient grace,

Hunting a creature, or resting ‘top lace.

A lion hides within the small

Body, and when with a ball,

He practices for later rumbles,

Hunting deer within the jungles.

But also, is within the cat,

A softer side which lets you pat

And stroke his oh-so-precious fur,

Against his will, he sounds a purr.

Though a hunter, not far within,

He thinks that it shall be a sin

To protest the childrens’ cries

When admi’ring his great green eyes.

The pussy, of many diff’rent thoughts:

His wits shall lead him, holding naught

But pride, and not one lone complaint.

And that’s what makes him oh-so-great.