Cat-Lovers-Group

Humming as you fly up in the air, murmuring stories from places fair. Maroon at your throat, iridescent wings, no other bird can match you- you fly in rings. Gayly you dance, but you never move, indeed, your still flight is a presence that soothes. Reds how I call you drink long as you please, So long as kitty’s locked in and does not have the keys!