I climbed the tree before winter,
I remember my hand got a splinter.
It sure seemed odd for that to happen,
and then, I got stuck, who’d imagine?
There was a firefighter, who was also a cat; he came to my rescue,
he was the kind of cat who’d flex his muscles simply to impress you.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Haha, a cat firefighter flexing muscles—what a hilarious and unexpected hero! ✨
Beautiful ✍️🏆♦️♦️♦️♦️
Very cute 😍
That's my favorite tree 😍whimsical poem... Firefighting cats are fun, even the posers 😆
it is so heart warming poem. loved it
A beautiful blend of humor and imagination in simplicity, it's brilliant ✨😊