Mr. Cat

Mr Cat2

Guardian of hanging bird feeders

Posted at each front corner

Full of corn kernels and sunflower seed

Mr. Cat paces the pocked cement porch.

The gray is his territory, his safe haven.

He spies the daily interloper returning

But waits steady, tail barely twitching then

The wild chase is on as the thief shows tail

Scatters up the maple, scolding young lad.

Mr. Cat returns to the gray triumphant

Hunkers down in the sun ready to nap

Ignoring treetop chatter yet

Keeping one eye on the maple.

Burglar’s scout signals that a sleepy eye shut

Quick as a wink the prize is nabbed.

There is laughter in the wind and purring in the sun.

 

 

 

 

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About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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