My friend Willy is a lovable chap,
He has a warble full of glee.
He sits on the chopping block out the back
Eating pieces of meat for tea.
His tail will dart back and forth,
As he gives his cheeky whistle.
Like his family down south to way up north,
He cheerfully sings his epistle.
Teasing the dog by riding on its back,
He manages to pass the day,
Or dive-bombing the cat to make him scat,
He chases him far away!
Cheeky Willy sits on the clothesline,
Enjoying a ride in the sun.
Warbling to me his song so fine,
You see - he thinks I'm his Mum!
This poem was published in May's Creatrix 9, an online journal of WA Poets Inc
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