Behind the Hebe, sits me the big black cat. <br />I have been sitting here for hours and my mistress <br />is saying ' why is he doing that; he has a lot of patience <br />just to sit there and wait, for a tiny creature who knows nothing <br />of his fate. <br />I am a big black cat who is now thinking ahead, because <br />it will soon be time for me to be fed; with tin can food and <br />bits from the house, but if I abide my time there will be a big <br />fat mouse. <br />I won't take it home for a present because she will only get mad <br />and she will call me names and say I'm bad. <br />No matter what I do she will always get cross. <br />When will she ever learn that I am my own boss.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patience-9/
