When the Primal Hunting Instinct was Too Strong to Resist, and My Mouse Ended Up Dead
by KiWi from http://www.poetryandpastry.wordpress.com
Your pink nose lifted in the air,
Your broad eyes glint (re-catching light).
A shudder ripples through your hair –
You smell him! (It is late at night)
Curious, as is a feline’s won’t,
You pad along the cool, soft couch.
Seeking the earthly, tempting scent,
You peer down; you stoop; you crouch.
You spied him helpless. (Or so I saw,
Though truly you felt little pity)
You extended a hooked, wondering paw
In the fascinated way of kitties.
The rest, I guess, is history;
Back to my bed the Guilty slinked.
You curled and purred right next to me.
How can I blame you for your instinct?
For cats must do what cats must do,
And the rats must run away.
I cannot be grieved for your design,
But only for twisted DNA.
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Wow, an excellent poem! Yes, you nailed it about “twisted DNA.”
Nature is under control with a cat in the house! True words, beautiful poem <3
Ciao
Sid