Cats
Cats like servants in the dark,
Their eyes, like shadows.
Their mysterious walking,
But loves us people the most.
Their spinning and other sounds,
Let us know their happy to be here with us.
Like knifes when cats are hunting,
Wants to keep us beloved people alive.
Cats, survants of the dark.
Their eyes, like shadows.
Their mysterious walking,
But loves us people the most.
Their spinning and other sounds,
Let us know their happy to be here with us.
Like knifes when cats are hunting,
Wants to keep us beloved people alive.
Cats, survants of the dark.
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| The unreachable: | Maandag, februari 02, 2004 19:39 |
| W-a-u-w! This is great, Donna! I love cats, just like this poem! ;-) Great job! Keep writing! | |
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| Auteur: Donna Camp | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Cartooneke | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 december 2002 | ||
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