The Cat

The cat, a stray
Upon my laptop
Likes to play.
With reckless
Paws she presses keys
A windows wordsmith
Wantabe.
I wonder will she
With her luck
Step out a verse
That earns a buck.
With all her skill
At winning hearts,
Writing might
Just be her art.
Her random act
Though all by chance,
Might just earn
A critic’s glance.
And if you will
Imagine that…
A Pulitzer
Prize winning cat.

Category: Humor, Poetry

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