Cat In The Watchtower Poem by Jon Yttri

Graham is the name I designated
For the snack food you may have ated.
A reference to his hair, light brown and soft.
He has a cat tree, he sits proud and aloft.
If you come to near, and not to nag;
He'll bat at you like a boxer's bag.
When you lie on the couch, taking a rest
He'll bury his head in your chest.
He thinks the world of you, every minute;
And he thinks you are the only one in it.
He'll look out the window at whatever will show;
A sparrow, a squirrel, a hawk, or a crow.
He'll eat all the food he may discover,
Whether it's for him or someone other.
He loves his food and his drink.
He'll lick not just the plate, but the fork in the sink.