When I saw my cat
I wanted to pat.
When i heard it purr
I used to rub its fur.
My cat was a breed of Persia
it never asked for a friend from Russia.
One day, fate befell my cat
I cried and beside it I sat.
It has been 4 years since she died,
thinking of it, i just now cried
It had never chased any bees
so its soul will rest in peace.
Dedicated to my late cat...
Simi Kaulitz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-cat-14/
