Old Thomas
By Sis Unsworth
Thomas
was a happy soul, who lived on London Hill,
he
did enjoy the scenery, from his kitchen window sill.
The
view of Rayleigh Mount he had, was quite a pleasant sight,
he
loved to watch the wildlife, the birds when in full flight.
The
scurrying of rodents, he never missed a thing,
he
loved to watch the ducklings, that appeared in early spring.
Thomas
was really so astute, and nothing missed his gaze,
the swaying of an old oak tree, reflects the sunset’s rays.
Surveying
the world as his domain, made Thomas feel quite glad,
But lately, things had changed, he noticed people looking sad.
A
virus had made many ill, which was hard to understand,
People
went out wearing masks, frequently washing their hands.
He
came down from the window sill, and stretched out on the mat,
So
glad he wasn’t human, just a very proud Tom Cat!
Copyright Sis Unsworth
Another gem from the pen of a poet with her finger on the pulse; as always, from an unexpected viewpoint. Thank you Sis...
ReplyDeleteYes Sis, sums up a cat's life completely, lovely poem and I think I will be reincarnated as a cat.
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