Serious Trouble Is Prowling

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