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Crafty Cat
by Marijo Phelps His dainty, well formed paws, That hide his sharpened claws Pad softly from floor to floor As he follows me from door to door. I wonder what he thinks of, As following me he goes. His green almond eyes upon me, Seeming never, ever to close. His shiny, sleekly soft black fur And his ever so unpretentious purr Make up just one of his many sides Crafty camouflage , under which his true nature hides I wonder what he thinks of, As following me he goes. His green almond eyes upon me, Seeming never, ever to close. His true nature is one of keenness, That goes with his nasty meow, His true nature is one of meanness, I sense it's presence now. I wonder what he thinks of, As following me he goes. His green almond eyes upon me, Seeming never, ever to close. The end to this game Is very near. I have pushed my luck a little, A little far I fear. This cat is very wicked, Upon that you may rely, I must hurry quickly, Or I shall surely die. I wonder what he thinks of, As following me he goes. His green almond eyes upon me, Seeming never, ever to close. Yes, it's time for me to retire To my house within a house, For everyone knows nature is tempted When a cat is after me, a mouse! My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |