9 Lives Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

The snakes tongue may be split but still her tongue is one.
I do not fear the slithering band as she vanishes beneath my feet

The owl is high and mighty and his lofty height is well deserved
I do not mind his watchful gaze, his silent vigil overhead

The squirrel is acrobatic and laces trees with gentle ease
I do not long for her prowess as she leaps from limb to limb

The bat in sonar splendor defies all possible explanations
I do not desire to see the night's blueprint, invisible to me

The prowling cat's missteps may cost her the ultimate price
I do not envy those nine lives, well maybe just one or two.