The cat came out of the bush,

the wind gave him a little push.

What great company to have met,

quiet world for a shush.

When the sun is ready to set,

he came to me for one last pet,

then went back to chase the night.

For his pure soul, I did not fret.

The pale orange and all its might,

companionship and delight.

Soon he will return to my eyes,

without a doubt, he would not bite.

At first the cat let out some cries,

he and I will create new ties.

He called for me and my attention,

a feline sweet like pumpkin pies.

This small creature with greater vision,

can see in my good intention.

How great to have a tiny cat friend,

with ultimate comprehension.

Biography

Kaydence Marie is a writer attending the professional writing program at Algonquin College. Although she is ardent for reading and writing, she is also very interested in photography, music, and animals. Kaydence can most likely be spotted reading her tarot cards while checking out a restaurant's latest vegan options.