MORNING WALK

Another cat poem! This time about Hilton the Persian.

THE MORNING WALK.

The morning walk takes longer -
We've gone from two to three!
His gentle gait
Means sit and wait
For the dog and me.

Sometimes he'll gallop on ahead
And scamper up a tree
Then sit and cry!
(He's gone too high!)
And wait for dog and me.

She'll stand around and wait for him
She likes the company
And smile, folk do
At the view
Of the dog, the cat and me.