Here I am, mousy me,

tiny delicate ears,

beady brown eyes,

long skinny tail,

fragile frame.

But I’m sitting in the middle

of the kitchen floor.

I know you can see me, Cat.

And I know you’re surprised.

I usually turn and run,

but not today, Cat.

See my tail wag?

I’ll wag it again!

My feet, I pitter-patter on the floor.

Your ears catch the sound.

Your nose catches the scent,

but you won’t catch me!

I’m ready for a fight, Cat,

’cause at last I see,

my very existence proves

your lack of superiority.

Nature has endowed me with gifts as fine.

So prey, Cat, cause I’m going to give you

a rough time!