Cuddles

The last time I was late to rise,
She came to see me, lovely eyes,
So big and pretty, brown and round,
Without even a single sound,
She curled up on the rug she'd found.

If lunch is late, she'd let me know,
She'd start peeping at the door,
But once she's fed, she still wants more,
And though I scold her, she won't go,
But looks bemused and gives her paw.

Others see her as a brute,
But to me she's oh, so cute,
She runs up to me to play,
And seems to know just what I say,
To me, she's perfect every way.

- Nadisha Alahakoon (2009)