I'm scratching at the surface , my fingertips are sore
A feline situation where I protract a claw
Her body language tells me a mouse is in her sight
She slinks out of her corner, her face as black as night.
The wall is of her making, I sit upon it now
My tail is slowly flicking, I'll better her somehow
I'm purring, yet I'm angry, how dare she think I'm game
This pussy cat's a Tiger and winner is my name.
As fur flies in the distance, I look in stunned surprise
A lion stands beside me, not with the other guys
A roar, the brick wall crumbles and she is on her way
She gives her resignation, no more will that cat play.
Author notes
I'm sure we have all worked with one.
A contest entry
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Only half the judges are cat lovers but I didn't let it put me off.
Utterly charming, but what else would we expect?
I'm sure I don't need to tell you we appreciated the entry as always and look forward to reading your entries in the later rounds.
Jeff and Sue
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cute
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