Question

One day at a pet shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some bats.

"Got any bats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No bats here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely cats,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some pats."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally sweet,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call downbeat,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit caring.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty wearing.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the pet shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Cats, bats, you shall find.
Cats, pats, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Orange Street Market.

So to Orange Street Market I decided to go,
In search of the bats I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling rings,
Pets in many shades.
There were even stalls selling wings
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather caring
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all wearing.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some cats and cats.

"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the bats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

who write this poem..
and write appreciation of this poem...​

Answer 1

Answer:

Narrative Poem by Abril N. Guillen Moreno

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