Cat Talk

My name is Midnight, a cool cat on the ground. I'm looking up, observing a squirrel up a tree, and he's watching me. He's rather high, as if I'm about to come after him. You see, he knows that I am the master of the grounds around here, and he's afraid to face me toe to toe, because that would be his fatal woe and worst nightmare. I don't know his name, but if giving him a name was my job, I'd name him 'Wiggle'. Anyway, I yelled to Wiggle, "Come down and I will eat your heart out", to which he replied in taunting tones, "My heart would taste better if you ate it on a limb". I stared at him angrily, realizing that he was in a bragging mood, knowing full well that I could not climb that tree. So I walked away. 052021PSCtest, Personification Poem 150, Caren Krutsinger