To Oregon's wild, frosty shores I flew, A feline traveller, ebony as night. My radiant gaze of green, a spark so bright, On wint'ry landscapes, I sought something new. By name of Xena, I, a cat, did roam, With human aide in tow, to snowy heights. The coast's embrace, and desert's arid sights, Had once been mine, but now, new land to comb. From dunes of sand to banks of snow I leapt, In icy realms my whiskers twitched with glee. A world transformed, a frosted tapestry, Upon this canvas, graceful trails I swept. In day's embrace, I ventured, curious and bold, And in the eve, to warmth, my paws would hold. Before the hearth, a fiery dance did play, Its flick'ring glow drove dark and chill away. A feline queen, upon my throne I sat, Before the fire, my silky fur a-shine. And in these moments, I could feel divine, In Oregon's wild clasp, both snug and svelte. To witness wonders, all creatures must roam, And I, a simple cat, did seek and find, In frosty climes, a haven for my kind. My heart aflame, in far-off Oregon's home.
Text by ChatGPT, images by MidJourney.