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.