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Kissi is mad again
Kissi is mad again.
Her tail is swinging back and forth
like a wild metronome set to a funky beat.
The look on her face is so seriously intense,
A little lioness hunting in her livingroom jungle.
Ferociously, with pinprick claws flexing,
she sneaks on silky pussyfeet,
stalking her unwitting quarry.
Her eyes too big for her face,
she measures and remeasures,
the distance she will need to pounce.
Her little behind wiggles as she tries to
judge the moment, to pick the perfect second,
to strike at the thing that has aroused
her instincts so greatly.
It is such a silly sight to see
her attack so fearlessly, Dudes wagging tail.
To watch her try so hard to be intimidating,
spitting and clawing with enthusiastic relentlessness.
And then to be rolled over and cleaned moistly and
thoroughly by our Old English Sheep Dog,
who, I must say, was not that impressed
by her display of kittenly courage at all.
this little kitten is just something to watch.. as I can just see her through you writing... you have the talent of being able to take the reader to the place in time of which these words were inspired.... this is just so wonderful... thank you for posting these little poems about Kissi... I just love them.... Renee'