The little cat lies on my garden chair
Yellow and distinctive is her stare
Off she leaps and finds her hiding hole
She drinks rain water from a plastic bowl
She’s dark like coal with no white patch of fur
I wish the cat would stay,I am prepared
But she is shy and does not ever dare
Here’s the sun umbrella and its pole
The sound of birds in shrubs will make her bold
The little cat
How well designed she is, for wear and tear
Whatever scientists say,I know God’s here.
Oh, on the desperation of a human soul
He will send out rays of marvellous gold
Yet to such visions we must not aspire
Just little cat
How my heart speaks 