My Mistake - Poem by Steve Nestor
One looked like ginger candy floss,
One tabby, the other pure white.
They sat there not giving a toss,
Not one of them grieving my loss.
Their eyes are so bright in the night.
I wander as close as I dare
Without disturbing the trio.
A deep, low growl leaves the lair,
The scent of fresh rump fills the air.
Their eyes are so bright that they glow.
The noises like dripping bath taps
Nag away like Andy Capp's wife.
They draw my eyes down to the scraps
Of raw flesh, no longer under wraps.
Their eyes are so bright, full of life.
Their chewing, biting and licks were
Confession enough to condemn.
Even without the meaty purr
And the blood stained beard of fur.
Their eyes are so bright, halogen
My impish felines had a treat
Because of my foolish mistake
Of leaving a prime cut of meat,
A sniff from the spot where they eat.
Their eyes are so bright, full of steak.
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