Cat and Twine
April Poetry Month Poem Å 24
A big ball of twine lay still on the floor
The cat crouched low and he eyed it
He lurched with such force he slid through the door
Rolled over twice, and defied it
He bit it, he pulled it and tore it apart
His whole body caught in a mangle
The more he twisted and wiggled around
The tighter became the tangle
He reared up his paws and slapped it
Take this! And be still while I swatcha!
Touche! Said the twine as it tightened its grip
You're dead! Mr. Cat! GOTCHA!
Cat and twine
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