My Cat

I loved my cat. 

She was a brat. 

Never used the doormat. 

Never would wear a hat. 

Some people thought that she was fat. 

Once she chased a rat. 

Even tried to catch a bat.

 She was good about covering her scat. 

She didn’t have a face that was flat, like a Persian cat. 

Now she lays in the road and is flat. 

She met with a truck and went splat.

 Swatting away at an annoying gnat, I sadly write her epitaph.

 

 

Copyright © Tamara Reyna | Year Posted 2017