the one that got away
by Gavin M Roy
oh the excitement
and the fun
of a moths wings flapping
in the sun
cats paws go fwap
and puppy jaws snap
at the thought of
of this little plaything bug
around the room the three went
at times I couldn't tell what became of it
but then with a burst he would fly
and the cat would jump up high
knock him down with a paw
and the puppy let out a growl
the moth was down for the count
or was it?
No, puppy moved out of the way
and the moth didn't want to play
yet the cat wanted it to stay
I was thinking of what I should say?
Let the three continue in their romp?
Or save the moth before puppy went chomp?
Well I scurred the two furry ones away,
and set the moth free so he could play another day.
Posted on 10/07/2002
Copyright © 2022 Gavin M Roy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/08/02 at 01:28 AM|
You are developing a knack of taking a simple event and turning it into a thoughtful moment. But to save a moth! Gadzooks! Off with its head methinks! LOL!
editor's note: (nitpicking) moth's wings and scurred? do you mean scurried ? :)
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/08/02 at 02:55 AM|
Gavin, your poem is fun and all the more delightful to a cat lover. My wife goes out and buys all thee toys at PetSmart, but their real joy is catching bugs, batting wadded-up paper or the little plastic thingy that is left from the top after you open a gallon milk. You remind me how much poetry is lolling on the couch, staring out the window, or cleaning its claws.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/08/02 at 01:11 PM|
LOL! Fun poem for children of all ages, Gavin. Well presented!!