Mr Pickles
Mr. Pickles escaped last night,
slinking through tall, tall grasses.
He was in a hunter's mode.
Those birds better watch their asses.
Mr. Pickles escaped last night,
hiding in leaves of green.
His family called and called his name
but he could not be seen.
Mr. Pickles could hear them call,
lying on his belly, flat.
He stayed hidden , ignoring them,
for he was a ninja cat.
Mr. Pickles has dug a hole
in the garden of neighbour Jack.
He'd best to be careful not to get caught
or he'll never be coming back.
Mr. Pickles is loved and adored
by everyone in his house.
They get so worried when he disappears
hunting for bird or mouse.
Mr. Pickles has tired of the game
and is meowing at his front door.
Now that he's ready to call it a night
his demands are hard to ignore.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013
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