Of Mice and Men

There, a light shudders into shadow, stops.
And I wait.

In the corners and under the beds,
I patrol the places Kellas dreads.
Poor human! She is a mite dense.
Together we scare off the mice and the gents.

Ah, silence ruptures into movement, hops.
I am Fate.

What effrontery this creature shows!
Turpitude and idiocy, visiting foes!
Its tail is strangely long, seems to lack a head.
Oh, and its inconstancy in deciding to be dead! 

But…now it moves no more. All is quiet.
Time for sweet dreams of the Atkins diet.

Here is my photo of the neighbour cat (well, she lives a couple blocks away), and my drawing based upon it.