Crafty Cat


His dainty, well formed paws,
That hide his sharpened claws
Pad softly from floor to floor
As he follows me from

The Sentinel

Atop his throne of plastic crates

Azure eyes, of almond, glow and

Warily they trace my movements

I dish-out

My Plant Killing Cat!

He arrived in my house, a small ginger ball.
Full of himself, no fear at all.
With his tiger stripes

Shining green eyes
Watching, quick.
A paw extended,
A delicate lick.

Stretch and leap,
Down to the floor.
Preen soft grey fur,
Just

I sleep, I eat, I sleep some more

I'm always watchful at the door

There isn't anything I miss

Except my empty cat food dish

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