Davin

• Scarlett Ford, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2018

He purrs as loudly as a machine
I can feel his body vibrate as he purrs
His tongue feels like sandpaper as it licks my face
I can feel his tail hit my leg as he hunts the bird
His meow echoes through the room
I can feel his wet nose rub against my face
I scream as he bites my foot!
Drat my cat!