The Cat Attack
Like the inquisitive cat that paws,
the string, dangling in a subtle breeze
I scratch at the dangling warmth of spring
that comes again, to stir and tease
It comes floating like a feather
swated and tossed by a playful claw
eratic flight, lifting, falling, without direction,
spring decends, then goes, momentary awe
you are like the feather, looking for a cat?
falling, rising, dwifting where you please
am I your cat, here to watch my feather drift away?
does the clever cat ever really tire of tease?
It feigns retreat, to simply launch a new attack
do not mistake, sweet calculating spring,
I am not so different than the cat
you may yank from leap, the teasing string
but know your game of tease and flirt
takes two to make complete
and every flirt that tempts the cat
in the end, the cat will eat.