River Wissey Lovell Fuller

Dream on Toby

March 2001

A poem about Toby the cat

A temptress stalks our house by day,

A slinky lass in every way,

Her amber eyes a smouldering glow,

A classy piece from top to toe.

She leaves the room, her tail held high,

Our little tom can only sigh.

And dream.

Janet Tilburn

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