Every night the fox walks
so gentle and quite across the wall tops
waiting to pounce
on his pray.
Little does he know that he being followed?
By a delicate black cat.
Creeping behind him, following his every move
it takes with curiosity
Suddenly, the cat wonders what would it do if the fox turned
around
and caught her ?
For a second the cat feels that he’s got control
over the fox waiting patiently
for its next move
and the cat gone in seconds.
The fox has smirk on his face
who has the upper hand now !
Curiosity killed the cat.
This poem I dont like very much but like I say these are drafts and am not very good at poems so I was just playing around with ideas.
copyright@Emma Fitzgerald
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