He stared at the closed door,
He couldn't believe it,
This had never happened before,
He decided to just sit.
Why was a door closed in his house?
There were noises inside,
Was it the stirrings of a mouse?
If only it would open wide!
Deep in his kitty brain,
Horrible images were forming,
On his life, this moment was a stain,
It came without any warning.
If only he had thumbs,
If only he were taller,
He hears soft hums,
and then a holler.
Poor kitty!
If only he knew,
Behind the door was love,
Reserved for just us two.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem that describes what is behind the door. Any type of poetry welcomed. |
Author Notes
In order to have privacy in our house, we have to close doors. My eight-year-old, Siberian Forest Cat does not understand why this could ever happen!
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