The wind is howling
rattling the fence
my cat is a whimp
runs for a retreat.
Then as things start to move
silly old fool
becomes bemused.
Hides in bushes to attack the culprit
leaps at bin caught by the wind
then scurries away
in great dismay
the wind and he
might have words to say.
Still perplexed
nay even vexed
he stares out of a window
as the wind blows
watching leaves mock him in dance
even some paper comes
flying past.
Oh my cat youve a lot to learn
but in your wisdom
not all is fair
still at least indoors
you can chatter and stare.
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Be always safe,
Karen
Gerry