Poem about a cat named Biscuit
Biscuit Biscuit wakes when morning shines, And stretches out his little paws, He wanders through the quiet rooms, A tiny king without a cause. His whiskers twitch, his tail stands high, His curious eyes inspect the floor, He chases shadows, bats at strings, Then curls up by the kitchen door. At night he finds the coziest place, And settles down without a care, A gentle purr, a sleepy blink— And suddenly, peace fills the air. Oh Biscuit, little velvet friend, With paws as soft as clouds can be, Of all the treasures life can bring, A cat like you is luxury.