I do enjoy some light dabbling in poetry
Over the weekend, I started putting together a poem ...
In the sunlit morning, soft and bright, My cat sits, a quiet knight, With emerald eyes that softly gleam, In the dance of the daylight beam.
Perched upon the window sill, He watches the world, serene and still. A flutter of leaves, a bird in flight, Each moment fills him with pure delight.
His whiskers twitch in silent awe, At mysteries that he never saw. The world beyond, so vast, so grand, A place he doesn’t understand.