Scat...
SCAT...
I don't want to play.
L isten: Don't 'meow!'
O utside with you, please.
V acate my house now.
E veryone will sneeze!
Y onder is a pine tree.
O ut with every claw.
U nder the next shade tree
B athe each dirty paw.
U p to the high branches
T o sulk and withdraw...
S oon neighbors will hear them
C oming round the door.
A ll padded feet slip on
T he cold vinyl floor.
D inner time is nigh.
A nyone could tell...
R aising haunches high,
N ow their voices swell!
C antankerous!
A nimated!
T umultuous!
S ophisticated!
Copyright © Mary Cummings | Year Posted 2009
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