A poem by Beverly Stock.
© Denys Prokofyev | Dreamstime.com
Cute and furry third-stone bomb,
Born with unyielding gritty,
Racing wildly, with aplomb,
Caution, please, if bombs are young,
If cuddly, be cautious,
Flexing claws is fun for some.
Claw marks can make one nauseous.
Don't faint if you start bleeding,
On your limbs from claw attacks,
They’ll stop and then start kneading,
Fall sound asleep, heads rolled back.
Felis Cat Domesticus,
Like a frantic little gnat.
Small and crazy lunatics,
Skilled in hand-to-paw combat.