“Cat hair all over the place!” Gun Roswell

Black cat on the street
A black cat, proudly sat
In the middle of the street with utter and total ease
She did not move one single inch
Not even in a really, in a tight pinch
Passers by, simply, needed to beside her to slide
As this proud black, was cat sitting ever so wide
Her face was calm and her nose was up
Nothing would her now settled mood stop
She was only gazing, at the clear blue skies
Maybe, because it was as far as the crow could fly
This black cat’s attitude was totally snide
Sassy and bossy, with fur so gloriously glossy
As she clearly was the only owner, and the queen of this street