User blog:Spottedstar42/Cat Poem

ok, i'min poetic mood. I won't blame oyu if oyu hate this poem, cause i'm suckish, but please at least read it's suckishness:

Sitting in a tree at night

claws like thorns

they dig easily into the soft bark

since i was a small kitten

with fuzzy fur tiny paws

i could still sit in that tree at night

my mother always hated it,

and tiny kitten in the tree

far up above the clouds,

thinking of life,

what it would be like to be a full grown cat

sitting in this tree at night.

i sat in it every night,

owl hoot,

foxes shuffle far below

so peaceful and quiet,

but things raged in my head,

i sat there there to think,

in a tree at night.

I haven't been in that tree in years,

so it feels so strange,

to once again sink my thorn sharo claws,

into the soft bark,

to climb to the very top,

to be alone, high above the clouds,

to hear the owls hoot,

to hear the foxes scuffle far below,

to be alone in peace,

to be away to think,

to sit in the tree and think.

-Spotty  If you have faith...  There's hope for the future...  00:41, October 7, 2011 (UTC)