This poem is about somebody; I wrote it a long time ago, and will write a post on its meaning tomorrow, as well as the reason why I posted it.
Colors of tabby,
Partially flabby.
No fur on under,
An odd blunder.
While braver than voles,
She’s chased by lizards and forced into gopher holes.
Cowers in fear,
Pointing her ear.
Up a tree,
Having trouble hiding her glee.
On the ground,
Not safe from a mound.
Climbing a rock,
A deadly mock.
On the house,
Killing a field mouse.
Small talons to cut,
And leave a rut.
Partially flabby.
No fur on under,
An odd blunder.
While braver than voles,
She’s chased by lizards and forced into gopher holes.
Cowers in fear,
Pointing her ear.
Up a tree,
Having trouble hiding her glee.
On the ground,
Not safe from a mound.
Climbing a rock,
A deadly mock.
On the house,
Killing a field mouse.
Small talons to cut,
And leave a rut.
I love this! Can't wait to read the meaning tomorrow. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. :) I just had to clarify this post to mention that it was me who wrote it! :\
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