My cat Angel

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There she was
On a warm summer day,
Looking scared and small
In that cardboard box.
I was looking down staring,
With my hand over my mouth.
My mom was looking,
And my dad was wondering what was in that box
When a cat jumped out.
She started smelling the ground beneath her.
I picked her up, but she wanted down.
I think because she wanted to smell around.
She’s my cat, so dear to me.
She’s my best friend.
Her name is Angel.





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Milo! said...
Mar. 9, 2010 at 8:37 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this, especially me because i had two cats my entire lie, and they recently passed, so this peice really means something to me. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
angel :) replied...
Mar. 12, 2010 at 9:30 am
Thank you, that ment alot to me. i will for sure write more poems. and i will for sure look at your poems.
 
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