Animal Antics

My black cat stares out the front window On the lookout for neighborhood foes Then one instance at night When I had on the light Her reflection fought back blow for blow The desert is a sweet hunting ground My cat, Ace, sneaks about without sound But, more wily than she A coyote, hungry Up a Mulberry, Ace had to bound I recall my cat’s first Christmas tree A huge playground was all this could be Up the tree in a flash To the floor they did crash Think she saw eight of her nine lives flee September 5, 2016