Mama Cat Goes A'Hunting
Sometimes mama cat goes.
We don’t really know why.
Where she is no one knows.
I think she is on the sly.
When she comes back.
I swear! A smile is on her face.
We worry she may meet a pack
of dogs or coyote some place.
When she goes we try to stay calm.
It’s usually very late at night.
I guess there’s nothing like a tom,
to make everything all right.
© Apr 05 2010
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