- Gillian Alexander -

They called her Mimi

She was a cat of circumstances

Beautiful she was, she had no home

They took her in.


Her elegance was outstanding

And her grace pleased those around her

She had a grey coat, razor sharp eyes

And purred when rubbed, with such delight


She drank milk that was warmed

As a midnight treat before bed

And her cry was impossible to ignore

She was no hassle


She sat in a corner, gently stroking her legs

With her tongue, each corner barely missing

She was of such content

Her days well spent.


Honour and respect to GRALEXANDER, a young South African author; her first book will be published this year in Pensylvania