The Cat

By Paul Negrean

I opened my door
And looked at my cat,

It sat on the mat
And wore a big hat.

It prowls very softly,
Like a whisper in the night,

It pounces with grace,
As quick as a kite.

Its whiskers wiggled wildly,
As it explores every place,

I’m just not the same since there’s a cat on my face.

In this poem, I used alliteration (Boldened), similes (Underlined), and Repetition (Italic). All these literary devices that I used make the poem more interesting and fun to read.