Flustered Feline

He’d roar if he could
I know it

But chattering
Is the best he can muster
You can tell he’s flustered
Because that dark-eyed Junco
And the American Finches
Are out of his reach

He doesn’t know
That even so
He’s much too slow


It’s the first Quadrille of the year for the prompt at dVerse Poets Pub. De Jackson is tending bar and looking for 44 words per poet, one of which must be some form of roar. Head on over and see what other poets are roaring, I mean writing, about.

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32 Responses

  1. Ah, Linda, my cat Mojo is the same, whereas Luna, the older one, is an adept huntress! You’ve captured the sounds and the stance well in quadrille and photo.

  2. Aww that window that barrier boo to one side horaah to the other side. Thats life
    Happy Monday Linda

  3. Ah, we have one of those flustered felines living with us, but it’s a visiting feral black cat who drives him to distraction. His yowls are hair-raising!

  4. Our old Tom was an outside cat, and a bird killer, leaving their corpses on our porch. He even manage to kill a crow.

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