Backyard

A peaceful backyard in the ‘burbs,
With grass and birds and trees;
And watching from the window,
I saw leaves dance in the breeze.

Then suddenly a cat appeared
(I’ve seen it there before)
And it was playing cat and mouse,
Though I feared something more.

I stepped outside and realized
My suspicions were quite sound
For a chipmunk was the creature
Being batted all around.

When the cat looked up and saw me,
Then the game came to an end.
With the chipmunk in its mouth,
That feline vanished ‘round the bend.

Plainly peace can be deceiving
Yet it’s really rather chilling
To watch birds and bees and breezes
And to also see a killing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Johnson Avatar
June 4, 2014 at 5:27 PM
Those feral felines frolic so. Sometimes you don't know where they go. Perspective from a point of view can leave you wondering what to do. But once again, we have no say to what goes on throughout the day.
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June 2, 2014 at 11:12 PM
Yes, the most apparently bucolic scenes can serve as a cloak for mayhem, especially when cats are involved (although I am, indeed, a cat lover.) I really enjoyed your poem. Well done.
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