The Coastal Cat's Dream
There once was a cat from the coast,
Who loved to eat butter on toast.
She'd sit in the sun,
And nap just for fun,
While dreaming of fish she would boast.
She'd stroll through the garden with grace,
Chasing shadows, a smile on her face.
With whiskers so neat,
And paws light as feet,
She'd frolic and roam with great pace.
But when the moon rose up high,
She'd gaze at the stars in the sky.
With a soft little mew,
And a stretch, she'd bid "Adieu,"
Then curl up to sleep, oh so sly!