He was my baby my lil baby boy.

He followed me everywhere, he loved me

I loved him. He would play with his cat toy,

then he'd look at me as I smiled with glee.

He was not just a pet he was my son.

He filled me with pride he filled me with joy.

He scampered, he pounced, and had so much fun.

He was perfect, he was my baby boy,

but one day he wandered into the woods.

He got into poison berries and died.

It started to rain, my folks put on hoods

and as we buried Mofasa I cried

I cried every day and stayed up at night.

I wished it was a dream or midnight fright

AN:Hey guyz so i hope you like the update this poem is actually based on real life as well as most of the others R.I.P Mofasa:( Anyways the picture is not the actual cat that the poem is about its just a random cat and please excuse any spelling and grammer mistakes im really bad with grammer. anyways vote and comment please i want to know what u guyz think of the story. Ill update when i can Bye:)