Cats come to play
now the dog’s gone away –
taken over his spot
now the old dog is not.
Under moon light lithe and slinky,
through leafy shadow densely inky –
stalking their prey above the place where I lay.
In wee hours kitties pounce and leap
agitating my fitful sleep.
I jab jab jab cane on ceiling hard enough to send them squealing.
They’ve invaded our yard with nary a fear –
Be no cats on the roof
if our doggie was here.
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