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Tell Tail

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Tripping daintily across the lawn,
Chasing butterflies,
He stopped dead mid-stride,
Sinking down to the ground,
A stationary, static statue.

But try as he might
He had no control of his tail
Which twitched from left to right
While his st-ut-ter-ed mews
Were inaudible to my ears.

He crawled, chameleon-like,
Forward towards his prey,
A dear little dove of softest grey.
But the closer he came
The tail had a life of its own,
And the bird flew away ‘til another day.

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©Denise G Allen, 04 December 2013 07:18

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

5 thoughts on “Tell Tail

  1. But every once in a while he’ll catch that bird or other prey and deliver it to you as a present.. Won’t he? lol

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  2. I love this… could picture the stalk of the cat… brilliant…

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  3. Glad the bird lived to fight another day. 😀

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  4. ha. good on the dove getting away…its fun to watch my cat…i dont know that he really has the killer instinct as much as he likes the chase…lol…getting too excited…smiles.

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