Catembic Pawtameter

A cat is a poet.
It's true, I say.
Why look at the verses and
Stanzas in the greeney grey yellow eyes
that write when you forget to feed them for one
day.

A cat is a poet.
This is true, when tails dance rhythm
rhyme and meter as they stalk the wild spider.

A cat is a poet.
In yowling, howling heat.
Crying out for someone to take away their
nature inspired lustful needs.

A cat is a poet.
When he climbs in your lap
Purring and whirring and making you feel
at peace.