Puss In Snooze
Dear Puss, can’t you move from up there,
Lying comatose across the top stair?
As I gingerly try to step over you,
You stand, I trip and lose a Jimmy Choo.
Suddenly-an ear piercing wail,
As now I heavily land with a thud upon your tail.
I am shocked again by your pussycat din,
It sends me right back into a spin
And now I crunch upon your paws,
Then feel the wrath of those razor sharp claws.
Your swishing tail lets me know you are cross.
You shoot me a look that says it is you Puss-you are ‘The Boss.’
Puss, if you must laze about counting sheep,
Find a safe place to curl up and sleep,
Because if you lie comatose across the top stair
You’ll get scrunched and squished beyond repair.
© 2013 Teresa Whelan
Teresa found writing en route to her other passion, Midwifery. She is a Thanet resident who still finds it a novelty living by the sea.