Joy

I shouldn't complain really,
There have been far worse cases
One situation I found a baby bat,
Dead beside her puffy pink bed
As for her, curled up with a blanket 
Wrapped around her silky fur

Joy's not a quiet animal, like most
She tries to act the part
Sleeping the day away
Or catching all the mice
But there's one thing she loves
And that's a real good fight
She’s menacing and not afraid to bite


With her sassy pace made by her paws
Fur the same colour as a die
And eyes of a hunter, green and misty
Always make sure when petting joy
Scratch between her whiskers
To hear the rare purr