This poem simply called Cats by Eleanor Fajeon can be found on many websites and blogs. It has captured the soft feel and texture of a cat as well as the idiosyncratic cat-lifestyle. But it also has a beat. So this poem has been turned into a Rap Song by Andrew Williamson’s Grade 4A #mce_temp_url#
Cats sleep anywhere
Any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window ledge,
In the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe,
anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box,
in a cupboard with your socks.
Anywhere! They don’t care!
Cats sleep anywhere.
by Eleanor Fajeon (1881-1965)
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