Almost no one is aware, On our moon – A cat is there!
She purrs gently and sleeps all day, But at dusk as the world turns grey
And Mr. moon begins to walk the sky, The wicked cat slyly opens her eyes
Meowing “I’m hungry for tiny girls and boys, Who forgot to tidy up their toys”
Lazily stretching her feet, She stealthily walks through moonbeam streets
Using her soft padded paws, Silently lands on Nursery floors
And if by chance she finds – A small, delicious, untidy mind
She licks it clean of every thought – Numbers, alphabets – all are lost!
When she is done eating her meal, She returns to the moon on cartwheels.
Contented, she rests there all day, Waiting for the sun to set away.
I am participating in Napowrimo -2017. The challenge for the Ninth day was to write a nine line poem. Asked the kids for a possible subject and they came up with ‘a cat’! The world, they say is divided into two – Dog lovers and cat lovers! Ours is a doggie house hold. we’ve never kept cats, never thought of them, so don’t ask me where that came from! Anyway, I managed to write something. It did run into ten lines, though 😦