Cat-Trapped - by Arlon
He's strolling round the pool
on freaky silent feet,
little slitted eyes,
a sneaky flailing tail,
and I back into the corner
almost in the scratching branches,
no, don't see me,
just go by me,
but he bee-lines for me,
tail up like a spraying skunk,
and sits beside the drips
from the edge of my shorts,
content to stay awhile.
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