[In Honor of the Holidays, a Repost of An Original Work by Me]
Intent only on his prey.
Ears forward, he picks his way
Past tiresome trinkets, focused solely
On the distant glow.
With a twitch of whiskers, he pauses,
For there, before him, it stands.
What a magnificent quarry it is!
Resplendent, in all it’s earthly glory,
It rises, tall and majestic, reaching its
Arms towards the sky.
Oh what wonderous sights cross
Before his bright eyes!
Thousands of tiny stars cast
Brilliant patterns off the most
Elegant of silver and gold!
Each twinkle teased,
Each sparkle beckoned.
How was he to resist?
With the stealth of ancestral felines
He traverses the short distance.
Not a move does it make,
Not a shudder or sound.
Silently, he slips closer,
Closer.
A flick of tail, and he springs!
Wildly it flails!
Fur! Lights! Gold! Everywhere!
Every claw it tips, every kick
It spins! Until a tremendous clap
And he scatters in defeat,
Just as a loud voice booms,
“GET OUT OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE!!!”
12/14/2005
