M & M

(Being a brief poetic tale of two pussy cats –Magic and Merlin- play fighting)

Magic’s soft imploring eyes

Mirror clouds in storm-filled skies

Reflecting looks of sweet surprise

As she surveys her hunted prize

And mocks at Merlin’s thin disguise:

Stiff with fear and mesmerised

The victim of her enterprise

Is not amused!

She doesn’t like her tail abused-

Or her feline ego bruised

And so she turns to swift attack

Leaping on her sister’s back

And in mock battle they engage

Both pretending feline rage

With flashing claws and snapping jaws

They roll across the parlour floor

Upon their broadloom stage.

Tom Bates