Thursday, November 11, 2010

Fat Cat

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.

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