Surprise in store

poem

Surprise in store

 

The cats which congregate and wait

They gather just outside my gate

What is it that they want from me?

 I’ve come to hate their scrutiny.

 

Silently thy stare at me

and flick their tails in harmony

As if they all anticipate

Some strange event for which they wait.

 

I know not why they congregate

But I do not appreciate

Their evil eyes regarding me

Constantly and ceaselessly.

 

Tomorrow morning I propose

to douse them with garden hose.

Not quite what they are waiting for

I think that they will watch no more.

 

Saturday, 03 September 2011

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Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

I do not hate cats but simetimes they need a talking too. Great write. This wonderful with great flow and image. Thanks.