Gadfly
That nasty old squirrel
taunts my sly, clever cat
in a language
known only to him.
My tabby observes,
her eyes half-closed,
sunning herself
like a pampered queen.
Her move is sudden,
the squirrel is startled,
as my tabby starts the chase
up the tree to a branch.
Sir Squirrel start to trip,
he's hanging by front paws;
the branch snaps a bounce,
he's thrown to the roof.
Miss Tabby yawns and blinks
on the ground where she's jumped,
and scornfully struts
to her pillow on the porch.
Copyright © Charlotte Zuzak | Year Posted 2007
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