A poem about an alley cat |
| Green-yellow eyes watch From a cardboard box In an alleyway An alley cat In an alleyway. Slick black fur Long tail twitching Inspecting me Standing in an alleyway An alley cat. Hesitantly padding over Rubbing against my ankles, Purring slightly Before bristling at my touch. The alley cat has run away, Back into the alley, Silent as smoke, Twice as dark. Before coming back, Following me, A house cat, In a house. Line count: 22 |