Poem of the Day

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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