Author: The Six of Spaids

Rating: G

Genre: Another Cat Poem

Summary: A Poem about a cat… what else is there to say?

Feedback: Please – and lots of it!

Archive: Have your people call my people and we’ll talk…

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The clock strikes twelve, and puss awakes,

From her dreams of plums and cakes,

To new daydreams, of other things,

Mice and moles and birds and snakes.

At the door, she meows something,

Batting at her ball of string,

Waking mistress of her sleep,

And answering the call of spring.

The door opens; she takes a leap,

While mistress just goes back to sleep.

She frolics ‘round and mews with joy,

And stops as she begins to creep.

She crouches down just to enjoy,

The fun in sneaking to destroy.

Stealthily she moves yet nearer,

The bird unwary of her ploy.

Pussy’s coming, closer, nearer,

Her vision still is never clearer,

Watching pray hop slowly ‘round,

Her face and feelings do not mirror.

Crouching closer to the ground,

She does not make a single sound,

She can hear the bird’s soft purr

And suddenly she makes a bound.

But the bird’s aware of her,

He creates more than a stir

And flies away into the sky,

Becoming nothing but a blur.

Though she is so light and spry,

Pussy cannot jump so high.

So she turns on something more,

A creature lurking quite nearby.

A mouse that creeps along the floor,

Will be the one with fight in store

Pussy leaps, and mousy squeaks,

And just in second’s, he’s no more.

And so pussy’s midnight sneaks

‘Midst grass and trees and ponds and creeks,

Will give her what she really wants,

Dinner and her spirit’s peak.

And so ends our hero’s jaunt,

And returning to the gnaws and daunts

She arrives just as day breaks,

And to mistress, her mouse she vaunts.