The Pouncing CatA Poem by Chip
She raises her head,
She's ready to pounce.
With a jump so silent and sleek,
She's up on my lap.
With her eyes so slim like paper,
She scans the ground with a cunning plan.
Getting ready to grab her meal,
With a pounce like a fox she jumps.
Chasing her prey with such agility,
Her legs stretching like gum.
In fear her prey runs,
But you can never beat the cat.
© 2012 Chip
Newry, United Kingdom
AboutHello! I'm a male 13 year old from Ireland, and the name is Watson, Tiernan Watson. ;) I have a fairly massive/strong interest in computers, and a love affair with Tomb Raider. As for my poetry,.. more..