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Cat and Mouse

Silent feet,
busy mind,
alert to tiny clues;
the steady drip of
wounded prey

Gather this bitter harvest.
We are here to catch a mouse
or perhaps a rat.

Scurryings in secret places,
whisper of a scent.
No more waiting by the door
for scraps,
perfunctory caresses,

We are engaged in epic battle.


Where will we go next?
There is no place to hide.
Who forgot to bell the cat?
You did. You did. You did.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.


Sheilagh Lee said...

LOL. well done

December 5, 2012 at 10:03 AM
Jae Rose said...

Quiet battles on busy feet are the worst..trapped on that mouse wheel..we all need a bell..to stop!

December 5, 2012 at 11:11 AM
Berowne said...

Fine little story, well told. Never - ever - forget to bell the cat.

December 5, 2012 at 2:24 PM
Anonymous said...

purrfectly penned. this poem has a sense of quiet suspense.

December 5, 2012 at 5:05 PM
Old Egg said...

It is funny that as I read this aloud I whispered to make sure neither the cat nor I was seen or heard. A great laugh.

December 5, 2012 at 5:28 PM
J Cosmo Newbery said...

The secret to belling the cat is a VERY HEAVY BELL!

December 6, 2012 at 2:36 AM
Mia Celeste said...

What a great poem. I could really picture the cat. :)


December 6, 2012 at 6:49 AM
Alice Audrey said...

Bitter harvest? :D

You remind me a little too well that one of my cats is a birder. She frequently brings parts into the house and expects us to be all excited about it then gets put out when we throw it away.

December 6, 2012 at 9:22 AM
Ann (bunnygirl) said...

@Alice: I wasn't thinking about real cats and real rats when I wrote this.

December 6, 2012 at 9:28 AM
M. A. S. said...

Well that doesn't end well for all.

December 7, 2012 at 9:19 PM
Jazzbumpa said...

I certainly reminds me of real cats and real rats.

Real bells, too.


December 7, 2012 at 11:13 PM

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