To Freeze, Then To Flee
He cocked his head at me
First this way, then that
Never looking straight ahead, you see
Was he much too shy, a cat?
No, no, no -- he had no fur
Nor when content, did he purr
Boldly did he hop toward me
'Till he froze, and then did flee
I chased him, hoping he'd slow down
But he intended to leave this town
Tucking a prayer under each wing
A warm-weather mockingbird began to sing
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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