Siren Song
With claws like mine my name sure ain't Santa
As a matter of fact I'm locally known as Diana
I sit in my window and wave at the other cats passing by
I'm not much for chatter I just give them a wink of eye
eye
Those eyes are blue and they glow in the dark
Like that Cheshire Cat whose eyes were there even
when he was not
But a wink won't say much about the tiger within
I'm full of spice and vinegar and maybe a little bit
of sin
I'd invite you in but the claws I mentioned don't work
on door knobs
But they're real good for kneading biscuits and other
odd jobs
I'll say Ta Ta it's now time for my din
If you pass by I'm sure you'll see me in the window
again
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2017
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