A sleek, white-bibbed and pawed,
black, 3 month old cat-creature
is stalking me...

It began
as I leisurely walked to
the bathroom, I spied it
slip in behind me as I was looking
in the mirror, a black blur,
probably nothing, I think,
until I head out...

The rustle of the shower curtain
touches my ears
and I leap
for the sake of my legs,
just in time! Sleekness
misses! But in mid-air
twists, lands, and leaps
for me, again! Ah, but this game has
occurred before, I also twist
and gyrate crazily,
a puppeting dance of
agility and need!
I'm almost caught! So I run,
with white-whiskered blackness
close on my heels,
the outreached claws raised
as he pushes off,
coming at my waist!

I am laughing so hard,
I barely escape and run
into the living room. Big mistake!
Launch pads abound and I see
this missile
shoot off
from the back of the chair,
blackly skinny front legs
flying at me
claw-wide, with it's teeth showing,
I shout,
and catch it in mid-air,
quickly kiss
his open-jawed, ferocious head
and set him down
for more,

laughing as I flee!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
8/1/02 Copyright 2003 ©