Milton's Cat Poetry, Continued

As National Poetry Month continues, guest blogger Milton Doyle Gunderson III returns with more:

Milton Doyle Gunderson III:
Poet, Sock Thief

Dogs, of course, can't do poetry. They're too busy drooling on everything. Plus, they're dumb. And they smell bad.

Cats are more introspective:






What Is That Thing?

Hairy snake behind me always,

Lurking twitching taunting.

Less predictable than a shadow,

Visible not visible.

Powerful instincts urge me to action,

Kill kill kill.

This hurts me more than it hurts you.