How to catch the moles, voles and rats?
I am pondering my moves, as the king of the cats.
I am the magnificent, the best, the eager smart king.
They will be amazed at my stamina, stealth, spryness and spring.
I am lying on my couch, enjoying the pondering in all ways.
It is one of those lazy, summer, August fine days.
Which ones to catch first? Do I toy with them too?
I am lying in repose, thinking of catching at least two.
The squirrels and rabbits will be scattering fast.
I am the king of the hunt, all lying around moments are past.
I raise my giant paws up and give a yawn that starts everything.
In a few seconds the wildlife knows why I am the king,
THE AILUROPHILE CHILD
angels glimpse
spryness
of mirthful eyes
and volcanic cheeks
as puffy snowballs leap
about
chatoyant eyes glide
side to side
halcyon hands stroke
chalkboard hue
erasing frenetic world
prowling paws stir
snippets of serenity
beautiful dreams
shyness sheltered
in nuzzled fur
~ sadness scurries ~
purr of laconic
loneliness of
an only child
Kim Rodrigues © 2017