Entries to The Daily Poem Contest. |
| Tracey Tracey the cat burglar goes on the prowl, packing her rucksack with claw-foiling towel. Tracey the cat burglar striking at night, comes like a phantom with nary a light. Tracey the cat burglar clearing the ‘hood, taking all felines, the bad and the good. Tracey the cat burglar making it home, if it weren’t for the cats she’d be all alone. Line count: 16 Rhymed abcb For The Daily Poem, 02.22.26 Prompt: Illustration of girl with cat in a backpack. |