The Alley Cats
In the morning, the early morning
there awake they're waiting.
It's the alley cats!
Meow, meow,meow.
Their dark long, scary bodies
creep through the night,
and out they come,
alive, ready to hunt.
The alley cats growl at night.
In the morning they sing.
The cats are like the moon!
3 comments:
Great work Caitlin. Your poem sounds great.
From your friend
Casey
Hi, Caitlin
Your free verse poem about the alley cat is great. You are doing very well on your blogging. keep up the fantastic work.
From Georgia.
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