WHILE WATCHING MUMS CATS
It were early evening one summers day ,I were a siting on the back dore step ,
Just the warmth of the closing day ,
When I notest , Benny , mums teenage ,
Tom cat , with the young kittens , Bill and Ben ,
I could see , Benny , his head going side to side ,
As he sat on his hornches ,
Bill and Ben , I could see , pounce , storking ,
I thought may be a bit of paper ,
Then as I looked on I could see a mouse! ,
Benny had found a mouse! ,
He were teaching Bill and Ben how to hunt! ,
Up till then , I beleavde the domesticated cats ,
Or morgys , as we in the U K call them ,
Were greedy , selfish and all of that ,
Hear I was watching them in the wild ,
The domestcaited cats have demestcaitde us!
When out of the human house , then cats return ,
To the wild ,
While I were sat I oberevde the moggys , in the wild ,
Therd formd a kind of pride , compleat with a she cat ,
Ruling the newly formed pride ,
Young Benny as teacher.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2008-03-21 at 20:25
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