A CAT TALE

Sir slinks around the edge of the garage
    ever so hesitantly,

then abruptly
    alert to something beyond my gaze
    he stops.

I gently coax him on,
    a shield from the danger he fears
    when his relentless adversary appears

And he sprints safely through my open door
    to inhale cat chow and snooze for awhile
    before again braving his chosen world
    where the nemesis,
    affectionately called Goober,
    lurks.