The outside cat
has been playing tiger.
Crouch and stalk and pounce
the yard for half an hour,
convincingly. So far
no prey has got away
that I could see. Before
the pounce, or afterwards:
invisible.
We'll trust
in kitty's senses, then.
In jungles, he's invincible.
We'd both be so let down
to think it's all pretend.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, September 24, 2021
cat fancy
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