Feline RDP Sunday: Feline Putter


I do not do putter
It is too much clutter
So leave me alone
to rest my bones
Sunday is a day of rest
Just let me sleep
I have no quest
The food was good
Now I’m digesting
An exhausting day
to do some resting
Tomorrow I have work to do
If I wake up in the morning
Perhaps I might sleep longer
And putter around with yawning
So let us dream
Of tins of tuna
Fresh birds and mice
If they are sooner

Feline RDP Sunday: Feline Putter