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
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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
I say...Mr. Stoat sounds quite ferocious! ! ! Would he by chance be a cat? ? Hugs, Dee
A very nice composition. Love it.
I shall reread it on Halloween day, very well done 10
Very clever poem. I loved it..
Liked the poem, an ode to a cat.A 10.
So well described and I now know Mr Stoat much better.. A winner Dave. from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
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