The old cat
is no longer a biter, a fighter
a bouncer, a pouncer,
a mouser, a rouser.
Nothing is afraid of this
stay-at-home sleepyhead
furrer, purrer, lap warmer,
cozy cuddler in the corner.
Vanessa Proctor
First published in The School Magazine, Countdown, July 2016
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Love it Vanessa and so did my cats.
Great poem!