Missing Mishka

by Czechlister

My darling little kitty-cat,

I know I said, “Stop doing that!

Don’t scratch the rug, or sit up there,

You mustn’t gnaw, or shred, or tear.”

But now that I am far away

Without you to gently scold,

I find I’m longing for the day

Where I’ve my naughty cat to hold.

Advertisements