The Apocalypse Poem by Sandra Black

When the mice went out
The cat began to play
She licked her wiskers
And soon watched for prey

She paused stealthily
And perked her ears
She heard a tread
Of tiny peers
Why tis little kittens she sees

She wiped her paws
On her sleeves
She walked further
And oh delight
There was mousy in her sight

She climbed upon him in a trice
She wasted no moment
To fill her life with spice
She licked him up surreptitiously
From tail to nose generously

She nibbled his soft velvety ears
And then kissed his sweet fine nose
When she opened her mouth wide
She couldn't swallow him outright
She kissed him instead Goodnight