Ball of
Fur
Ball of
Fur
Starting life as a ball of fur
Growing quickly, sometimes a pest
Stalking as you pass them by
Wanting to play when you're at rest.
Yet they become a trusted friend
Knowing when you're not well
They look at you with piercing eyes
What are they thinking? No way to tell.
Their moods are all a mystery
They have a logic all their own
You brought them in to live with you
Yet now, you seem to live in their home.
They offer unconditional love
Satisfaction noted by their purr
Hard to believe they stole your heart
The moment you found that ball of fur.
Poemaker 10/29/99
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