The Wild Cat



There was a Mexican standoff in my yard today

Birds on one side

Panda, my cat on the other

She’s allowed out on short excursions

 To imagine she is the great wild cat

She carries in her heart

The birds are anything but fearful

They perch on the fence and gate

Staring her down, and swooping

They take her on, as if daring her to strike

She doesn’t, she just sits watching intently

Her jaw aching to try

But all she can do is imagine

And the wild cat turns

Meandering through the long grasses

That could be in Africa

Without a care in the world

Until she hears the swish of the broom

And she is swept into the reality

That she’s really a scaredy cat.



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