Big
Fat
Black
Cat,
Think you've got the upper hand.
'Thing’s goin'
'cordin'
To your plan.
Lurkin' 'round without a care.
Sittin' there so laissez-faire.
So you sharpen up your claw
And take the time to - lick - your - paw.
I glanced you -
Out the corner of my eye.
Stay there on my porch in wait
And lie.
Suddenly,
I flung open my porch door and released
My dog.
To give you chase and disturb your peace.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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Love the poem and the sentiments!
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