Echo
(I just remembered I owe you a poem, Echo. Here it is.)
Echo was a curious cat,
she lived in her owner’s flat.
She ate well, but she wasn’t fat,
She was a pirate, as a matter of fact.
Echo sailed the seven seas,
with the aid of pirate fleas.
They hopped a ride on a pekingese,
and ate trout and baby snap peas.
Echo’s journey had just begun,
they sailed into the setting sun.
Every game she played, she won,
all the while having much fun.
One day her story will have to end,
by then, she will have many a friend.
And all the rules she had to bend,
Will remind her of her time well spent.
