Clara, the cat

I  saw a shadow on my wall
Cast by the setting sun
I turned around to see a face
That made me feel real glum.
“Twas Peter in a cardboard box
He  seemed in a foul mood
He’d lost his  head while logging on
But now it’s been re-glued!

He likes windows, doors  as well
He liked his Vista wide.
But Windows Ten is just alright
As his little cat  has spied.
She looks in one,she looks in two
She looks in seven and eight
She sees nothing but smoke and flames
Oh,what a nasty fright!

Pete comes out  and sniffs the air
Now he is feeling bright.
He’s fixed all his new purchases
He’s set his world to rights.
He nibbles hot cheese scones and beets
He drinks his coffee neat
He daydreams as he sits and smiles
Clara’s by his feet