Poem 550

The first poem I ever kept … from when I was about ten years old …

… here’s where it all started …

( The correct spelling is ‘villain of the piece’ but I like how child me misheard it … )

Cat

What a sly deceitful thing are you
lying there in the sun
lazy you appear to casual eyes
so little do they know of your other life

when they are asleep and the lights have gone
the cat awakens and begins his prowl
phantom of the darkness
villain of the peace
through fences he slips a shadow in the night
and the dawning morning sun
finds the cat dozing on the path