Serious Trouble Is Prowling
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Serious trouble is prowling.
There’s snow, mew-mew meowing.
Those steel-blue eyes, mesmerizing.
Serious trouble is prowling.
His tail’s not tucked between his legs -
Stands up like a towering keg.
In his haunt, he’ll never beg.
His tail’s not tucked between his legs.
Trouble’s whiskers, like a great ‘stache.
Fur looks pettable, but claws clash.
The calico cat - would-be ash.
Trouble’s whiskers, like a great ‘stache.
Snow’s low-down, to the ground, alone,
and doesn’t want his cover blown.
He eats and reaps the seeds he’s sown.
Snow’s low-down, to the ground, alone.
The girl called him “Snow” - he’s “Trouble.”
He turned the household to rubble.
Was kicked out of cash-cow bubble.
The girl called him “Snow” - he’s “Trouble.”
Don’t feel sorry - keep up your guard.
He’ll lie his way into your yard.
A shark, remember he plays cards.
Don’t feel sorry - keep up your guard.
Serious trouble is prowling.
There’s snow, mew-mew meowing.
Those steel-blue eyes, mesmerizing.
Serious trouble is prowling.
10/20/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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