Ghost Ranch
Black cat approaches the porch,
up the steps, deliberate
one at a time
glaring her yellow eyes.
I’m on her love seat in the sun
and she’s not happy.
Just yesterday I watched
as she pawed at a garter snake,
first she retreating, then the snake,
a stand-off I thought, who would
win?
When I came back she was chewing
on its carcass.
Don’t mess with the black cat
who knows her turf.
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They are fierce little creatures, indeed. I love how you capture that, and all of her personality in the poem.
And you dared to sit on her love seat! Good one.
Yes, you had me wondering there too, and cat won out. If I were you, I’d skip sitting on her love seat. LoL She’s fierce!