My Obese Prowler

My Obese Prowler: An Ode to Domino

(about my cat)

There he goes my obese prowler

Stealthily stalking his prey.

Eyes of green, nose of black;

None dare stand in his way.

Like the sly and cunning snake

He moves, slithering through the grass.

He almost makes me think of one

Except snakes are not so fat.

These paws of might, these intimidating whiskers

Consternate nature's prey.

On he goes, never slows;

His ferocious bulk a' sway.

So goes he, beware all ye!

Never meddle with this beast!

So round is he, it's a sight to see!

Must be nineteen pounds, at least.

Crouches down, never a sound,

A runner at marathon.

Tail swish, ears twitch, POW!

And then he's gone.

Like the tiger in the jungle

He hurls upon his prey.

Claws extended, eyes on fire.

Squirrel! Get out of the way!

All is hushed, the hunt is over

He innocently cleans his paws.

Now he shall--hey!

What is he up to now?

There he goes, my obese prowler.