Paws And Claws Poem by Anhelica Velasqsuez

Paws and claws in the air
He chases and plays
He thinks my fingers
Are his prey, so he's playing catch

Little needle like bite, but its okay
All those scratches are just proof
That he's had fun all day
He'll just twitch his whiskers
And be on his way

Those big slit eyes close
And he starts to purr
He's plump and lazy
With tuna on his fur

All stretched out on the floor
Gotta watch for dogs
Or he'll start to hiss,
And throw a fit, with hair on end

But have no worries
He'll Meow and growl
But he's no harm
If you just walk around