Cat Poetry

Mating Call

By Shay Cook



Two cats howl outside in the darkness,

I stir beneath the covers.

Fully awake, sleep interrupted,

I attend their mating call.

The peeping moon stares in the twilight.

The tom cat hisses.

Trees beat against my bedroom wall.

The female pounces.

By dawn they go their separate ways.

By spring there will be kittens.



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