Sunday 11 July 2010

Random Cat Pome

Walking in the garden late
All is calm and quiet.
Then suddenly a whirlwind hits
And Austin's caused a riot!

Crouching low behind the bush
He waits patiently for hours.
When I wander past his lair,
He's hid beneath the flowers.

Two orbs gleaming in the dark;
His eyes are pinned on me;
And as I breathe the night time air,
He thwacks me in the knee.

Bedlam follows, and while I pick
myself up from the ground;
That young rascal disappears
And's nowhere to be found!