.3. A Monster Poem by David Threadgold
.3. A Monster
Those claws of yours for grabbing
Large eyes so you can see
Sharp teeth to tear the meat apart
You’d brought back home for tea
Your ears pricked for surprises
With muscles taught and strong
A sense of smell detecting fear
From all who come along
You hide out in the undergrowth
Disguised within your coat
A fearsome stealthy hunter
Our monster Mr Stoat
© 2008 David Threadgold
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Yes, he's got to be a cat; only a feline can be this good! Great job. I love reading tributes paid to kitties. They deserve it.10
Oh how I miss Cleopatra and Samson and Timmy and Sheba and Tasha and.... Smokey and Bandit... I am allergic to cats can you believe it, but can't live without them :) You just brought back so many memories
So well described and I now know Mr Stoat much better.. A winner Dave. from Fay.
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4/26/2024 2:48:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I say...Mr. Stoat sounds quite ferocious! ! ! Would he by chance be a cat? ? Hugs, Dee