C A T S (CUNNING. ALOOF. TEAS. SLY)
By Fiona Cummings
Majestically walking by
Cunningly so sly
Listening ever so quietly
Closed doors they will try
Birds in fear to fly
The tiny sharp jaws open wide
Foliage they hide behind
Pouncing on their prey
Mice by night
Birds by day
In between whatever they find
Who taught them to be devious?
And kittens mischievous
They look at you full of promise
And grin in the shadows of the moon
Their meowing,
Creates their tune
They tear at your fabrics
Perform their new tricks
For fun, they taunt rabbits
They are a strong mix
Some love to stroke them
But their so wiry
And can be fiery
There are some who love the feline fluffs
For them a cat is a must
Something they can trust
To be there on their return home
And evenings they can roam
Terrorise the nights
Always on the hunt
With a repetitive plight
Balancing on that narrow fence
Falling not even a flinch
Let the climbing commence
Amazing how they find their way back
Exposed medals of their latest attack
That is that
The day and night of a cat
© Fiona Cummings 2017
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