Feline Love
We have a cute cat, we call him Billy,
likes to sit on my lap in nights chilly.
More than milk he is very fond of fish,
eating all the pieces he licks the dish.
An aquarium my daughter asks for,
I buy a large glass jar from local store.
Water-filled, on the table it stands fine,
with a few small fish with silvery shine.
Soon the fish-filled jar catches Billy’s sight,
on the table he hastens to alight.
He looks inside with chin on the jar brim,
sees intently how the fearless fish swim.
I am glad to find his fish appetite
has now turned into feline love outright.
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