“Celebrating, once again, this fine day, of a, Caturday” Gun Roswell

Fluffy black cat, like in a painting, sat

The perfect day, into the great outdoors, to sway
The darkness receding, while light, it once again defeating
And the bluest of seemingly summer’s skies, are once again
So, now, there is no more time, to pretend
That this day is a loss, but rather quickly your teeth floss
And make your way, outside, into the so called wild
Well, as wild as it gets, in the suburbs at this time of year
Where the snowy storms are a the only real and utter fear
But, simply dare to venture, out there, where even the cats, do leer
Because once you have gotten put, to the yard
A totally scary looking black cat is out there, on his daily spar
He looks at you like you just entered his special domain
Glaring at your existence as you, were not quite sane
But after a moment, he quickly lets you off the hook
Sniffing the air and then, trotting towards you, landing near
Both of you curious of the other, even if neither, is a hugger
Then slowly but surely, you get even closer and closer
And then, the scary looking black cat, turns up to be purring
It’s looks quite endearing, as the black fur is soft and woollen
Not at all scary and sullen, rather inviting and soft
And soon enough, both of you, so totally end up caught
In a friendly patting session, where two souls are meeting
With this type of common greeting, and then you are kneeling
To the black and now friendly cats level, you then softly whisper
“Could I interest you, in getting immortalised in a painting?”
As agreeing, the cat seems to be gleaming
And as soon as you get up and start towards your indoors
The black cat is right there, behind you, as it home with you, follows
Arriving inside, the cat soon takes his side, right by you
And it looks, like he is there, with you, for good
Staying there, posing, sleeping ,snoozing, dreaming
All the while you are his ver presence into so may paintings adding