13 August 2012
Soft, ginger fur and chestnut brown eyes, There in front of the warm fire she peacefully lies.
Small dainty paws and a little pink nose, Tired from the day she decides to doze.
Her tail swishes as she dreams of chasing mice and birds, I watch her as I write this poem trying to form the words.
She isn't just a cat, She's a great little friend too. She's really become part of our family She's my Lily.
Lily • Opuss № I