What Am I
Little balls of fluff and puffa tail and little whiskersI wonder who I wonder whereI'll find my miss or misters.I sleep all day and play all nighton Halloween I can be a frightI jump, I spin and climb the willowbut find time to slumber on your pillow.I'm shy, I'm coy, have loads of funbut will stop to eat, even on the run.I hide, I seek, am sort of meekbut bound and determined when I speak.Spots and stripes, and all sorts of colorsthere can be many of us, all from the samemother. No more guessing, no more clues,what am I, if I were in your shoes?
Frederick Lyle Morris
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