Monday, May 18, 2015

poem: Cats are out to get you,

Cats are out to get you,
I realised that today
while bringing in the shopping
and my cat got in the way.

My wife had been out shopping,
she'd loaded up the car
and as I helped to bring it in
the cat slipped through the door.

The entire house was hers
to wander and explore;
but no, she chose to sit herself
and daintily lick a paw

in the middle of the hall,
the very path I had to step
as I struggled with my load,
the perfect spot to cause a trip

and that's just what she did.
As I cursed and staggered
she eyed me with a look
so serene and satisfied

that I knew it was not chance,
that this was no accident.
She had been out to get me;
and that's just what she did.

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