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 nostril lifted within the air,
Your broad eyes glint (re-catching gentle).
A shudder ripples by way of your hair –
You odor him! (It is late at night time)
Curious, as is a feline’s gained’t,
You pad alongside the cool, comfortable sofa.
Seeking the earthly, tempting scent,
You peer down; you stoop; you crouch.
You spied him helpless. (Or so I noticed,
Though actually you felt little pity)
You prolonged a hooked, questioning paw
In the fascinated means of kitties.
The relaxation, I suppose, is historical past;
Back to my mattress the Guilty slinked.
You curled and purred proper subsequent to me.
How can I blame you on your intuition?
For cats should do what cats should do,
And the rats should run away.
I can’t be grieved on your design,
But just for twisted DNA.
[Original poem by KiWi from http://www.poetryandpastry.wordpress.com]
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