Through the yard, she ran
Missy was after a cat
She’d never caught one before
And this one was fat
For an eleven-year-old Yorkie
She is still very quick
Now her legs are churning
Into a battle hot and thick
The cat she finally cornered
Arched its back and hissed
Puzzled, she looked at me
“What is all of this?”
Tentative, she crept closer
The cat, it wasn’t afraid
With its claws, teeth bared
It knew it had it made
Missy lunged, and the cat swiped
Raked claws across her nose
She yelped, took steps backward
What happened, didn’t know
She turned, looked at me
The cat, it quickly escaped
She wasn’t hurt, just confused
I wish I had a camera and taped
Knowing her, she’ll try again
To catch that brave cat
The outcome, probably the same
Nothing I can do about that
Friday, June 17, 2022