Cat-Astrophic
Out on the prowl with a vicious growl
There's no purr-fect 'bout me,
I'm a striking, strutting tom-cat,
Flying fur, a specialty.
Don't come near, my pretty dear,
I'm a rogue so independent,
With sharpened claws I explore
So viciously resplendent.
I roam the alley and dilly-dally
Finding food foolishly dispatched,
I fill my belly with gluttony
From garbage bins not latched.
Once before when a labrador
Came near one starless night,
My growl much bigger than he mustered
He quickly slunk from sight.
So if one day you accidentally stray
To the ally where I roam,
My prowling stealth could affect your health
As you make your dash for home.
Copyright © John Williams | Year Posted 2016
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