Yarn's Sweetest Guest
In a cozy room, where sunlight streams,
A playful kitty chases dreams.
With a flick of her tail, and a gleam in her eye,
She pounces on a ball of yarn, oh so sly.
Round and round, the yarn does roll,
As the kitty leaps with heart and soul.
She bats and she swats, with nimble paws,
Entwined in a dance, without pause.
The yarn unravels, a colorful trail,
As the kitty's joy sets sail.
Through loops and twists, she nimbly weaves,
In a world of yarn, where magic breathes.
She frolics and gambols, with grace and poise,
In a symphony of yarn, she finds her voice.
With each playful leap, and each joyful bound,
The world spins around her, a merry-go-round.
And when the day is done, and the sun dips low,
The kitty curls up, her eyes a-glow.
In dreams of yarn, she softly purrs,
A ball of wool, her heart stirs.
For in her world of yarn, so soft and warm,
The kitty finds comfort, safe from harm.
And as she sleeps, in peaceful rest,
She knows that she's truly, yarn's sweetest guest.
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