The cat's tale.
What did it know,
So to show,
Than to meow and grow.
The one to observe,
Staying with its creator as a half.
Sometimes alone,
Sometimes affectionately in tone.
So what cosign it with honey,
Instead, it acts funnily.
And if not for meals,
Sleeping on something purring a great deal.
Then silenced if necessity is to feel,
Just like a typical cat's tale to seal.
So what consigns it with honey mine.
That made bees buzz in the sunshine.
It doesn't serve as a juxtaposition,
It is just a notion.
Expressing the cat's tale.
