Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray this cushy life to keep.
I pray for toys that look like mice,
And some cushions, soft and nice.
For grocery bags where I can hide,
Just like a tiger, crouched inside!
I pray for gourmet kitty snacks,
And someone nice to scratch my back.
For window sills all warm and bright,
And shadows to explore at night.
I pray I'll always stay real cool,
And keep the secret feline rule.
To NEVER tell the humans that,
This world is really ruled by cats!
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Five years ago today: Scrub-A-Dub-Dub
It's beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteLokesh, thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
DeleteVery sweet!
ReplyDeleteOur world here in Zody land is ruled by cats, many cats.
ReplyDeleteAs I think it should be.
DeleteMy daughter loves this poem
ReplyDeleteInteresting. The poem was new to me; is it well known?
DeleteThat's so funny. Cats.
ReplyDeleteWhat would a dog poem be like?
I happen to know that if you search the Internet you can find the canine version :-)
DeleteI love it, Kathy!
ReplyDeleteAre your short friends gearing up for the move?
ReplyDeleteOh Kathy I just lover this, would you mind if I shared on my new books launch page "The Cat Who Said His Bedtime Prayers" on Facebook! I will add your blog address as well!
ReplyDeleteSure :-)
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