My April Cat

It’s been a long cold winter,
Inside this house I sat.
I’m told that’s what cats do,
Sit around and get fat.

I want to go  out now and run,
But every day there is no sun,
I hear Missy say April showers,
Will bring butterflies and flowers.

I know the time will be here soon,
I remember chasing stuff  last June.
And next to follow is mid summer,
Using the litter box has been a bummer.

Author  Eileen Clark  April 2022

This is the second posting of this poem. My two cats went through this cold rainy stuff  last April, that's what April does I guess.

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I'm an elderly lady with three grown children, two granddaughters, and many great grandchildren. I paint, (watercolors) and I write short stories and poetry. I am published on All Poetry, Wordpress,, poetrySoup, Spillwords and Literary Revelations. I have three awesome websites you can visit by clicking on the images below and thank you for making my life fun and fulfilling. View all posts by Eileen Clark