By Meriem Cherif
Frolicking among the tufts of grass
The feline drifts in and out of sight
A perfect blend of class and sass
With black fur like the darkest night
He watches the garden with utmost care
To prevent the squirrels from getting near
All it takes is his stone cold stare
To make all the critters disappear
Taking breaks from garden patrol
The feline lazes on a chair
His daily duties have taken a toll
So he dozes off to rest and repair
Although each day brings the same routine
The feline takes his work in stride
Because, with time the cat has seen
That his true happiness comes from inside