FUN, MAD, AND JUST PLAIN SILLY Poetry

THE CAT (F for FUN)

Black cat slinking across the road

I paw's to take in this sight

Black cat he is a remnant of night

Out of no-where he doth pounce

Catching his pray in sharp claws

And wringing it till its death

Grey cat follows you right behind

Looking for scraps and leftover meat

Black cat sees you following close

Swings round, strikes hard

Fur flies

Brief encounter

Now all's quiet on front fence

All gone home,

Some with dinner,

Some without

Grey cat will remember the day

Black cat was the winner