The Cat Who Took A Walk

By Lexis Sixel

In a far far land, right down the street

Where the oak trees and the golf course meet,

If you go up to the door and knock

You’ll find the cat who likes a walk

The cat is large and she is hairy

And when she’s hungry she is scary

The cat is white and blue and gray

…she takes a walk here everyday

The cat will open up her eyes

To view the distant trees and skies

She’ll take the stairs and run outside

And with her humans she keeps stride

The cat will run and she will walk

The cat will climb and she will talk

She’ll run from the sun into the shade

And if a dog barks, she’s afraid

At the end of the day, the cat will rest

She’ll fall asleep upon her nest

She thinks “what a good walk I took today”

And until the next one, here I’ll stay