Pussy poem
Cats whiskers must have been ringing
the feline flash flew off the kitchen table
out the flap, flap, flap, cat door
dove patrol no doubt, her duty to catdom
sleuthing out those feather dusters.
Her head cocked left
blue shards watching
only the metronome in her tail
alive
before the moment of decisive action
erupting in a Vesuvius of downy delight.
4 comments:
cats DO have important jobs you know, heee heee heee. love this!
sweet sweet pussy poem!
Great poem!
thanks u guys. lov my pussy. :+)
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