Francine Roberts Poet Rhyme

Two Cats

She sits amongst the broom and vines
staring into my window.
Solemn and quiet, not moving at all,
on the side of the hill below.

She sits inside this pane of glass.
Her tail twitches as she spies
another cat in the yard below.
Each frozen, as eyes meet eyes.

Two cats watching. One in, one out.
A staring contest between the two.
Then softly the raindrops start to fall
and now ... the contest is through.

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Robert Pettit September 8, 2012 at 11:23 PM I hated the sounds they made during the night when they challenged each other to a fight. Good poem as usual, Francine.

Richard Palmer June 23, 2012 at 9:01 AM dry on the inside,on the outside rain blew,this contest is over,Francine this is true,lol,loved it oxoxox

Joann Grisetti June 11, 2012 at 6:54 PM Very nice poem and easy to read, it flows from your pen to my thoughts. Calm until that rain starts.

Natalie The Rogue Rhymer June 4, 2012 at 10:11 PM Fran-this is lovely-paints an excellent picture. Love the staring contest!

Peggy Caulfield June 3, 2012 at 1:23 PM I own a cat myself that I wouldn't part with. His name is "Shiloh". I have seen my cat eyeball the neighbours cat, but it didn't stop there. The two cats took up a hissing contest in which I had to intervene. The glass window also was between them. I enjoyed your poem.