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A poem about Midnight

This cat I know
He is the best
Friendly as can be
And never a pest
Looking for a lap
He stares right at me
Waiting for a sign
To jump on my knee
Only for ten minutes
And he feels content
Then over to his chair
To become dormant
He sleeps a few hours
Changing positions often
Never very happy
With the one he is in
Stretches and yawns
Gets up and yawns more
Meows a little bit then
He's gone out the door
He drinks some water
Then a few bites to eat
Not long after that he
Wants outside to the street
He will leave for hours
Sometimes for days
A cat is unpredictable
Returning when they say
Midnight is his name
And he has soft black fur
He has yellow eyes
And always likes to purr
No other feline
Can compare to him
He is something special
He filled my heart to the brim
©firefly