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.