A contribution to Ronovan’s Decima Challenge 65 with Go being the prompt word on the B rhyme line.
Old Possum Rides Again
Our garden boils with local cats.
They dig the earth where seedlings grow,
squat, poop, paw back the soil and go
on sniffing out domestic rats.
They are feline aristocrats
whose sleek demeanour, haughty ways
drove Eliot to overpraise
their practicality. My wife
is apt to chase them with a knife
back through the local alleyways.