Cat Poem (Based Off My Cat) Poem by Little Cat

Door opens with a swish,
Cat flies towards, with a wish.
She stops once, sniffs the air,
And wonders if she dares.

Her mind made up,
One paw goes first,
Then the other,
Then a hiss and a shudder,
Cat slinks back, her tail low,
Yet even still her sprits grow,

For even though the ground is laced,
With that powder,
Which chills her face,

She shall still try again,
When the earth isn’t so dead,
For the door is still inviting,
Even if the outside is frightening.

Because she knows,
That outside her master’s door,
There is wonder and galore,
Waiting to be discovered,
In the world soon to be un-covered.