A poem about the thoughts of a cat stuck in a tree.
Looks like I will be here for a while,
as my paws do their clinging style.
I only wanted to catch that silly bird.
Has no one ever heard,
of the tasty dish called hot bird.
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Sometimes I give my prize,
to my master, she pulls her face at the size,
but I know she looks at me with pried.
Her eyes do grow wide,
as I leave my gift by her side.
I will have to wait till she looks up,
from the garden gate,
I hope it wont get to late.
Then she will see my mistake,
oh for goodness sake.
Yes that’s me stuck in a tree,
pawing at the leaves,
enjoying the breeze.
Watching the birds,
on the tallest branch,
giving me a sarcastic glance.
As well as doing the HAHA dance!
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