This little kitty is both wise and witty,
he isn't a tiger but boy is gritty.
He lives life on the end of our tiny country farm,
hoping for an easy meal with little to no harm.
But he know the routine and everything take time,
so what does he do; go for a climb.
He waits in the trees for something to stir,
before leaping out as fast as a blur.
Movement is spotted and the chase is on,
quick as he came he to was soon gone.
A moment later he comes back looking so smug,
for on this day he capture a nice tasty bug.
One may see this as gross but I don't thing this way,
for those who are witty often live for another day.
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Toby Heward
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
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