Cats
Cats eat cat food every day,
dreaming of a mouse soufflé.
Black green eyes that slink and prowl;
through the house cats hiss and yowl;
leap upon the high mantle,
calling out their quick prattle.
When they gouge out their small fleas,
they act like insane banshees;
licking their paws after meals;
no one knows just how cats feel.
Sitting on important things;
that's where cats will take their flings.
Then to armchairs, soft and deep;
crouching down, they fall asleep.
Janet Marie Bingham
Copyright © Janet Bingham | Year Posted 2018
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