Analysis of MISSY

A lithe black beauty
Feisty in her nature, this
Feline dark siren;
Not afraid to lash out with
A swift mitt to her man’s face.

Sleeping all day long
On her human’s comfy bed,
Wide awake at night
Needing to be waited on,
By the man who Missy owns.

Mince steak and cold milk
The two things this feline eats,
Warmed in the oven
Only to take the chill off,
What else has her man to do?

Missy has gone now
She has gone to meet our Lord,
She’s up in Heaven
Where I hope to go one day,
I hope to meet her again.

THE END
© Copyright 2021, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia