Mr. Birch, is his name.
I talk to him whenever I'm bored
or feel lonesome.

Mr. Birch? I ask as polite as a flower
Yes? I hear him say
Will Rosie and I drift apart?

I cannot answer that Holly.
I frown
Only you can decide.

After a pause he speaks again.
Do not make it any worse that it has to be.
Promise me that?

O-okay. I whimper
Thank you Holly.
You are the bravest cat I've ever met.

Thanks so much for reading and if you want to know the type of poem this is, just comment! ~Swift