The Cat
Meow. I am the cat,
Look at that, a mouse. Wish I could pounce.
A girl came to look at me. Get lost mouse!
Touch me, I don’t bite
Oh, goodbye.
That’s the trouble, I hate being alone
No one likes to look at you too long.
My tail is black and some people say I look alive.
My artist says I am worth a lot,
But no one gives me a second glance.
I don’t move, I can’t run
I wish I wasn’t made at all.
The bronze I am made from is better than me,
I hope someone will buy me.
By D.