Resolute cat walks through descended leaves; Its sensory perceiving[s] — clever thieves. A wide-awake cat’s aware of the ALL, ‘Specially during scintillating Fall. In the grass, mouse’s whiskers bristling, High up, is that a squirrel whistling? All things cool in an aloft bird’s shadow; Inspires the cat to look up, but not slow. Nuance of faraway human voices, Made the cat hasten, too many choices.
Lolling, rolling, yellow brown bumblebees, humid hot, itty-bitty birds twittering within green leaves, the big black cat sat on the white porch, his eyes half-closed. Each time he heard the bees buzz, feline flipping the bird [thumping his tail], splintered wood. Feathered chit-chat, corpulent cat responds, opening his eyes, BUT — the thick air was like a blanket. The black cat closed his eyes once more.
Moggy’s a dinkum, fine upstanding cat; Purloins my steak fast [the drop of a hat]. Cats howling at night, a feline chin-wag — My cat [my moggy] pursue the ball, “TAG!” To be a dinkum goes against the grain; Being an “original” can be a strain. Dinkum Moggy studies the night’s shadow. Purloining the nuance made her mellow. This cat, a rare dinkum, slept in my lap, While running through the woods, Moggy’s dream map.