(Hopefully) 1 Poem a week for 52 weeks |
| PUSS PERFECT playfully the kitten pounced on a fearsome foe both pink and soft wrestled with it, worried it raked it with pin sharp claws rolling and struggling to free itself it was alas no match for such feline ferocity, and was vanquished limp in it's defeat caught between her feet today just a facecloth but... tomorrow a mouse maybe? picture-box pretty and cutesy to boot a puss perfect predator, practising |