Green eyes, red hair;
Cuddled in her favourite chair.
Ruler divine, all must hail;
As she bolts through the house,
chasing her tail.
“No seafood, no snow mold,
NO CONE ON MY HEAD.
Pet me, and scratch me,
As I shed and I shed.”
Her ‘puppy dog’ eyes,
with her fierce attitude;
All of us watch her,
And she brightens our mood.
She’s trouble they told me,
And that much is true;
She’s entitled, and picky-
She might pee in your shoe.
It’s worth all the chaos
when she purr’s at my feet,
and tells me she loves me;
but get out of her seat.
At the end of the day, she’ll lie on my pillow,
and all I can say is, Willow, be Willow.
