Four Eyes Play Ball Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Four eyes could charm birds from the trees.
One perfect pair where marmalade
Unites two spirits unafraid
Ready to purr, fur soft, who'd seize
Each moment sent to play or tease,
Yet ready to pounce on pests waylaid.
Ever graceful serenade
Sends catawauling signals, sees
Picture postcard scene to trees
Launch in pursuit of heedless prey
As Nature's instincts win the day.
Young cats on tabletop all please.
Balls of fluff can to catawampous turn,
Let claws extend and full respect may earn.