My Cat

My Cat

I once got a cat,
He was little, and scared.

I once got a cat,
Who didn’t shed hair.

I once got a cat, who grew a little big,
He became playful, and slick.

That cat I got,
Started getting heavy,
That’s when I realized,
He ate a lot of gravy!

I once got a cat,
Who shed a lot.

That cat I got,
Would run after a red dot.

As time passed by,
He stopped playing a lot,
Now he sits by me,
While I write in my diary that needs a key.

By Maroosha Taimoor Agha

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