Cats on the Prowl
Another vivacious misty morn'
As I stumble over a childs' bike
I witness paw prints upon my convertable top
The pattern surprised me, as they roamed to and fro
Not again, as I chuckled secretly
Which one I could not tell
Just one more cat spell
On the rag top of my car
Even on the bumper
Prints galore
Evidently they have no clue, this upsets me
Just relaxin, being king or queen for a brief moment
Perhaps hoping and scoping
For a field mouse
Scurrying around the flower beds of my house
For we constantly are given gifts, from these prowling feline
Nearly every wakeup, as we exit the front door
Fine feathered friends, chipmunks and moles
Appear before our awakening eyes
We're saddened, for a brief second, as a life is taken
While the cats purr loudly
In their demise
poem by Matt Mondschein
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