My Cat
Who is that by my backdoor
With gift in mouth and maybe more?
I wondered what he was thinking
As through my yard on belly slinking
Through the grass still wet with dew
I watched with wonder, wouldn’t you?
And when I let him in the house
At my feet he dropped a mouse
And looked at me with face so sweet
Waiting for his morning treat.
Exchanges done, he walked away
To sleep in sunlight for the day
Until he feels the need once more
To leave a trophy on my floor.
Copyright © Philip Mygatt | Year Posted 2019
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