A Fact of Life
Curious cats play
While mice run away
Sharp claws are no fun
They pierce tender flesh
Leaving holes galore.
Rodents fear them
For they bring death
Finite is life
For small and meek.
Tides won’t turn
Nature’s way
Stays the same.
Cats play
Mice die.
Fact!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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