Before lying down on the mat
His fur glistens in the sunlight
Life is easy, making him fat
Then his nose twitches,
What does he smell?
A rat scuttles around the house
But soon it will be quelled.
He gets up slowly,
Crouches and takes aim,
Then when the moment is right
He runs with intent to maim.
But quickly he realises,
In him his owners have over-indulged
The rat runs too fast
For the cat and his belly-bulge.
He feels humiliated and mad
As he stalks back to the house
How could he be outrun and outwitted
By a creature as dumb as a mouse?
His owners sit on the couch
With a blanket over their knees
Up he jumps and wriggles around
‘Til into their blanket he can squeeze.
He feels warm and comforted
As his owners stroke his fur
Who needs stupid rats?
Purr purr purr purr.
Hahaha, now that one is truly hilarious! And your style in this poem reminds me of my favourite German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke. (I think he might be quoted in "The Time Traveler's Wife", too, so maybe you've heard of him).
ReplyDeleteI lied. Just looked it up - He's not quite German, he's from Prague. But he wrote in German.
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