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Leo the cat

Black and grey stripes on his bottom

 With a little bit of white

Sometimes when  out he goes out of sight

He sleeps and sleeps when it’s light

And usually comes alive at night,

First time he went missing he gave us a fright

Returning so weak  couldn’t even fight mice,

Off to the vets to sort him out

He makes me lough and makes me shout

When he scratches the couch and constantly meows,

For food, for fuss, to be free and let out

Up and down the stairs and catching flies,

He wants to play you can see it in his eyes

By  Christopher Woolvett

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

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