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!