She crouches low, her
Tail wagging slowly as she
Gets ready to pounce.
#414 On The Pouncing Puffin
A flurry of fur,
black and white, pouncing on the
bouncing ping-pong ball.
On This Ball of Fur
You were all curled up A ball of fur, purring low Soft amidst pillows.
On Puffin the Magic Kucing
She came into our lives, this magic loaf
A puff of love so gentle and so mild
So graceful she, no terror nor an oaf
With tender miaows befitting Love unriled.