Friday, April 1, 2022

71/365 - Battery

 


Sometimes he hits me
on the nose
He may be tiny
but his claws are exposed
He hides in places
I don't expect
Then bounces on me
and bites my neck
And every time
I wag my tail
he chases it
without fail
But when with him
I want to play
my growling scares
him away
Having a cat brother's
not all it's cracked up to be
I fear he might even
be cuter than me

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