My cat Henry, is a Wild Rose.

He often says, in his usual prose:

“Feed yourself, be inspired

Don’t be scared to choose:

There are so many paths ahead,

Comparing with others is no use.

Everyone has their own unique flavour,

We are all perfect, exactly what and where we are meant to be:

I’m a Wild Rose, with my own endeavour

But one may be a red scarlet poppy

If you are a wild weed, then you should be proud

You are free to grow wherever you like

And your colours can speak aloud

You may have thorns or spikes

But your wildness is your beauty.”