Behind the Gate
Behind the Gate
There's a bird on the deck,
for his breakfast he came
and the cat is there watching.
It's their regular game.
How long before the bird knows
that the cat is right there.
He's being ever so quiet,
not moving a hair.
I think the bird knows
but doesn't care anyway.
Because behind that gate,
he knows the cat must stay.
I watch the birds daily
as they come here to eat
and the spy watches closely,
hoping they'll meet.
But that gate stays closed
(not forgetful am I )
and the cat never wins,
he's just too fat to fly.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2019
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