Tale of Two Cats Chasing a Toy

Like the North Wind, Sent by Boreas to lay driven snow, pure and white, an ivory whirlwind blows through my living room. The rodent, pink as embarrassment, flies with the speed of a crossbow bolt loosed at full tension. It’s woolen body, firm but pliable. The ashen animals bear claws sharp as thorns, attacking with the ferocity of a defensive rose garden. They strive for the kill, dilated pupils take on the shape of fully waxed moons, the color of pitch; an eclipse of bloodlust. Eagerly, but methodically the blanched aggressors approach the rosy mouse and with muscles tensed, as taut as moorings, they leap. Their lithe, slim, dextrous bodies fly through the air. In a blizzard of ferocity the rodent is struck down and the ivory whirlwind abates back into a pile of freshly driven snow. 1/12/23 for “Metrical Tale” Sponsored by Hilo Poet