I sit there staring, waiting, sleeping
Always ready to pounce
The rustle I hear, I fear it’s keeping
Me from eating an ounce
My head jerks back and forth quite fast
As I follow the sounds of that mouse
I see, I pounce but oh no, blast
I need to get outa this house
I love the hunt it’s oh so fun
To creep and crawl and jump
Do you think I’ll ever outrun
The vermin at the dump?
Birds are easier for me to catch
They have no idea I’m there
Too easy for me they are no match
I always have some spare
To share with my cousin Ruby boy
Who can’t be bothered to hunt
He always think they are just his toy
And all he does is grunt
I’m definitely a hunter cat
What else could I possibly do?
Maybe I could sit on the mat
And spend time staring at you!
About the Creator
Linda Bromley
Just one of many creative outlets for me has been books! My whole life I’ve loved them and it’s so easy to make the jump to writing.
Recently I completed a poetry challenge and now, looking for more excuses to write, I’ve found myself here!
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