Little Squirrel

Little squirrel climbing across my back fence.
Big fat cat, licking its chops, back legs tense.
Nimble claws spinning a nut, checking for perfection.
Feline eyes narrowing; it's a pre-dinner selection.
The nut is fine, little rodent decides to depart.
Brown lioness slinks forward, preparing to dart.
Beady black eyes peering; the tiny creature runs.
Pussycat pounces and . . . misses; that was no fun.
Squirrel now nestled high up in a tree, chatters:
        "Hey Mr. Cat, if you weren't so fat, you would've had 'er!"