Gleaming Green Eyes
There she sits,
Gleaming green eyes,
Buried in whiskers and hair
So lazy, so relaxed,
She lies! She is tricky!
She watches your every move
She is stalking her prey,
Her claws are steel edged razors,
She sits in wait – for you!
She rolls over innocently,
“Come play with me!”
“I love a nice pat.”
Don’t do it!
She is tricking you,
Luring you into her furry trap
STOP!
Don’t do it!
Don’t stroke her!
She will shred your hand,
Into a million skinny ribbons!
She strikes like black lightning,
She is a deadly player,
She is Buffy,
The pretty tom-cat slayer!
This is the bones of a children's book I would love to do. The villain is Buffy, the tomcat slayer who, at eleven years old is still one cute but deadly fluffball
Copyright. Pierre Nunns
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