Under the silver lamp post light
Feeling the cold and damp of the ground
He sits and surveys the night.
So awake and so alive listen to every sound.
Suddenly his nostrils start to twitch
He is detecting an unusual scent
Reaching out to stifle a sudden itch
He looks into the dark his senses intent.
Here she come the Queen of the night
Lean and sleek with a sexy gait.
When she see him her eyes flash blue and bright
They circle each other, a dance with grace.
Mar 09, 2015 @ 21:18:09
‘lean and seek with a sexy gate’ Great line Willow – describes those damn moggies perfectly (and it’s gait btw!)
Mar 09, 2015 @ 22:24:33
Thanks Geoff esp for the spelling correction. I am tired tonight. 🙂
Mar 09, 2015 @ 22:26:01
Thank you.
Mar 09, 2015 @ 23:00:23
S’alright. We all do it. I hate the typos I miss; when I re read a post and spot them I cringe at how many people see them and think ‘what a jerk’. I know they don’t but it is how it makes me feel.
Mar 10, 2015 @ 07:17:31
Me too and I always think ‘how did I miss that it is blazingly obvious!!’ I know we all do it bit as you say it is so annoying! Thanks again.
Mar 09, 2015 @ 22:04:23
You described the scene so well
Mar 09, 2015 @ 22:49:37
Kitties will be kitties. You know them well. Delectable verse.
Mar 10, 2015 @ 07:26:38
Thanks Tess,yes cats a law unto themselves. ❤
Mar 10, 2015 @ 07:53:50
Really enjoyed this piece.
Mar 10, 2015 @ 08:07:01
Thanks I enjoyed it too.
Mar 10, 2015 @ 08:12:12
Nicely done Willow.
Mar 10, 2015 @ 08:19:14
🙂 thank you Paul